She saw, with the creative eye of fancy, the streets of that gay bathing-place covered with officers.
She saw herself the object of attention, to tens and to scores of them at present unknown.

She saw all the glories of the camp--its tents stretched forth in beauteous uniformity of lines, crowded with the young and the gay, and dazzling with scarlet; and, to complete the view, she saw herself seated beneath a tent, tenderly flirting with at least six officers at once.
Had she known her sister sought to tear her from such prospects and such realities as these, what would have been her sensations?
They could have been understood only by her mother, who might have felt nearly the same.
Lydia's going to Brighton was all that consoled her for her melancholy conviction of her husband's never intending to go there himself.
But they were entirely ignorant of what had passed; and their raptures continued, with little intermission, to the very day of Lydia's leaving home.
Elizabeth was now to see Mr.Wickham for the last time.

Having been frequently in company with him since her return, agitation was pretty well over; the agitations of formal partiality entirely so.

She had even learnt to detect, in the very gentleness which had first delighted her, an affectation and a sameness to disgust and weary.

In his present behaviour to herself, moreover, she had a fresh source of displeasure, for the inclination he soon testified of renewing those intentions which had marked the early part of their acquaintance could only serve, after what had since passed, to provoke her.