Jane Austen
same, and she left him disappointed and sorry. It was not in her nature, however, to increase
her vexations by dwelling on them. She was confident of having performed her duty, and to
fret over unavoidable evils, or augment them by anxiety, was no part of her disposition.
Had Lydia and her mother known the substance of her conference with her father, their
indignation would hardly have found expression in their united volubility. In Lydia's
imagination, a visit to Brighton comprised every possibility of earthly happiness. 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
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