My brother and the gentlemen are to dine with the officers .-- Yours ever, "CAROLINE BINGLEY" "With the officers!" cried Lydia.

"I wonder my aunt did not tell us of _that_." "Dining out," said Mrs.Bennet, "that is very unlucky." "Can I have the carriage ?" said Jane.
"No, my dear, you had better go on horseback, because it seems likely to rain; and then you must stay all night." "That would be a good scheme," said Elizabeth, "if you were sure that they would not offer to send her home." "Oh! but the gentlemen will have Mr.Bingley's chaise to go to Meryton, and the Hursts have no horses to theirs." "I had much rather go in the coach." "But, my dear, your father cannot spare the horses, I am sure.

They are wanted in the farm, Mr.Bennet, are they not ?" "They are wanted in the farm much oftener than I can get them." "But if you have got them to-day," said Elizabeth, "my mother's purpose will be answered." She did at last extort from her father an acknowledgment that the horses were engaged.

Jane was therefore obliged to go on horseback, and her mother attended her to the door with many cheerful prognostics of a bad day.

Her hopes were answered; Jane had not been gone long before it rained hard.