[Sympathetically.] Are they really going? Well, my love, it is too bad! I know how you feel. I am sure I cried for two days together when Colonel Millar's regiment went away, five-and-twenty years ago. I thought I should have broken my heart.
Lydia.
I am sure I shall break mine. [Coaxingly.] Mamma, might we not all go to Brighton?
Mrs. Bennet.
Oh, if we only could! But I fear your father will not hear of it.
Lydia.
Oh, papa is so disagreeable! I am sure a little sea-bathing would set me up forever! Wouldn't it, Mr. Denny?
Denny.
Surely, Miss Lydia. Oh, you must manage it in some way.
[They move off and take their places at one of the tables.]