“You must not be too severe upon yourself,” replied Elizabeth.
“You may well warn me against such an evil. Human nature is so prone to

fall into it! No, Lizzy, let me once in my life feel how much I have

been to blame. I am not afraid of being overpowered by the impression.

It will pass away soon enough.”
“Do you suppose them to be in London?”
“Yes; where else can they be so well concealed?”
“And Lydia used to want to go to London,” added Kitty.
“She is happy, then,” said her father, drily; “and her residence there

will probably be of some duration.{367}”
Then, after a short silence, he continued, “Lizzy, I bear you no

ill-will for being justified in your advice to me last May, which,

considering the event, shows some greatness of mind.”
They were interrupted by Miss Bennet, who came to fetch her mother’s

tea.
“This is a parade,” cried he, “which does one good; it gives such an

elegance to misfortune! Another day I will do the same; I will sit in my

library, in my nightcap and powdering gown, and give as much trouble as

I can,—or perhaps I may defer it till Kitty runs away.”
“I am not going to run away, papa,” said Kitty, fretfully. “If I

should ever go to Brighton, I would behave better than Lydia.”
“You go to Brighton! I would not trust you so near it as Eastbourne,

for fifty pounds! No, Kitty, I have at least learnt to be cautious, and

you will feel the effects of it. No officer is ever to enter my house

again, nor even to pass through the village. Balls will be absolutely

prohibited, unless you stand up with one of your sisters. And you are

never to stir out of doors, till you can prove that you have spent ten

minutes of every day in a rational manner.”
Kitty, who took all these threats in a serious light, began to cry.
“Well, well,” said he, “do not make yourself unhappy. If you are a good

girl for the next ten years, I will take you to a review at the end of

them.{368}”

CHAPTER XLIX.