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Lydia
was
a
stout
,
well-grown
girl
of
fifteen
,
with
a
fine
complexion
and
good-humoured
countenance
;
a
favourite
with
her
mother
,
whose
affection
had
brought
her
into
public
at
an
early
age
.
She
had
high
animal
spirits
,
and
a
sort
of
natural
self-consequence
,
which
the
attention
of
the
officers
,
to
whom
her
uncle
's
good
dinners
,
and
her
own
easy
manners
recommended
her
,
had
increased
into
assurance
.
She
was
very
equal
,
therefore
,
to
address
Mr.
Bingley
on
the
subject
of
the
ball
,
and
abruptly
reminded
him
of
his
promise
;
adding
,
that
it
would
be
the
most
shameful
thing
in
the
world
if
he
did
not
keep
it
.
His
answer
to
this
sudden
attack
was
delightful
to
their
mother
's
ear
:
"
I
am
perfectly
ready
,
I
assure
you
,
to
keep
my
engagement
;
and
when
your
sister
is
recovered
,
you
shall
,
if
you
please
,
name
the
very
day
of
the
ball
.
But
you
would
not
wish
to
be
dancing
when
she
is
ill
.
"
Lydia
declared
herself
satisfied
.
"
Oh
!
yes
--
it
would
be
much
better
to
wait
till
Jane
was
well
,
and
by
that
time
most
likely
Captain
Carter
would
be
at
Meryton
again
.
And
when
you
have
given
your
ball
,
"
she
added
,
"
I
shall
insist
on
their
giving
one
also
.
I
shall
tell
Colonel
Forster
it
will
be
quite
a
shame
if
he
does
not
.
"
Mrs.
Bennet
and
her
daughters
then
departed
,
and
Elizabeth
returned
instantly
to
Jane
,
leaving
her
own
and
her
relations
'
behaviour
to
the
remarks
of
the
two
ladies
and
Mr.
Darcy
;
the
latter
of
whom
,
however
,
could
not
be
prevailed
on
to
join
in
their
censure
of
her
,
in
spite
of
all
Miss
Bingley
's
witticisms
on
fine
eyes
.
The
day
passed
much
as
the
day
before
had
done
.
Mrs.
Hurst
and
Miss
Bingley
had
spent
some
hours
of
the
morning
with
the
invalid
,
who
continued
,
though
slowly
,
to
mend
;
and
in
the
evening
Elizabeth
joined
their
party
in
the
drawing-room
.
The
loo-table
,
however
,
did
not
appear
.
Mr.
Darcy
was
writing
,
and
Miss
Bingley
,
seated
near
him
,
was
watching
the
progress
of
his
letter
and
repeatedly
calling
off
his
attention
by
messages
to
his
sister
.
Mr.
Hurst
and
Mr.
Bingley
were
at
piquet
,
and
Mrs.
Hurst
was
observing
their
game
.
Elizabeth
took
up
some
needlework
,
and
was
sufficiently
amused
in
attending
to
what
passed
between
Darcy
and
his
companion
.
The
perpetual
commendations
of
the
lady
,
either
on
his
handwriting
,
or
on
the
evenness
of
his
lines
,
or
on
the
length
of
his
letter
,
with
the
perfect
unconcern
with
which
her
praises
were
received
,
formed
a
curious
dialogue
,
and
was
exactly
in
union
with
her
opinion
of
each
.
"
How
delighted
Miss
Darcy
will
be
to
receive
such
a
letter
!
"
He
made
no
answer
.
"
You
write
uncommonly
fast
.
"
"
You
are
mistaken
.
I
write
rather
slowly
.
"
