Very frequently were they reproached for this insensibility by Kitty and Lydia, whose own misery was extreme, and who could not comprehend such hard-heartedness in any of the family.
"Good Heaven! what is to become of us?
What are we to do ?" would they often exclaim in the bitterness of woe.

"How can you be smiling so, Lizzy ?" Their affectionate mother shared all their grief; she remembered what she had herself endured on a similar occasion, five-and-twenty years ago.
"I am sure," said she, "I cried for two days together when Colonel Miller's regiment went away.

I thought I should have broken my heart." "I am sure I shall break _mine_," said Lydia.
"If one could but go to Brighton!" observed Mrs.Bennet.
"Oh, yes!--if one could but go to Brighton! But papa is so disagreeable." "A little sea-bathing would set me up forever." "And my aunt Phillips is sure it would do _me_ a great deal of good," added Kitty.
Such were the kind of lamentations resounding perpetually through Longbourn House.

Elizabeth tried to be diverted by them; but all sense of pleasure was lost in shame.

She felt anew the justice of Mr.Darcy's objections; and never had she been so much disposed to pardon his interference in the views of his friend.
But the gloom of Lydia's prospect was shortly cleared away; for she received an invitation from Mrs.Forster, the wife of the colonel of the regiment, to accompany her to Brighton.