It was a fortnight since Mrs.Bennet had been downstairs;but on this happy day she again took her seat at the head of her table, and in spirits oppressively high. No sentiment of shame gave a damp to her triumph.The marriage of a daughter,which had been the first object of her wishes since Jane was sixteen,was now on the point of accomplishment, and her thoughts and her words ran wholly on those attendants of elegant nuptials,fine muslins, new carriages, and servants. She was busily searching through the neighbourhood for a proper situation for her daughter,and, without knowing or considering what their income might be, rejected many as deficient in size and importance.
He was seriously concerned that a cause of so little advantage to anyone should be forwarded at the sole expense of his brother-in-law,and he was determined,if possible,to find out the extent of his assistance,and to discharge the obligation as soon as he could.
Mr. Bennet had very often wished before this period of his life that, instead of spending his whole income, he had laid by an annual sum for the better provision of his children, and of his wife,if she survived him.He now wished it more than ever. Had he done his duty in that respect,Lydia need not have been indebted to her uncle for whatever of honour or credit could now be purchased for her.The satisfaction of prevailing on one of the most worthless young men in Great Britain to be her husband might then have rested in its proper place.