Wholly inattentive to her sister's feelings, Lydia flew about the house in restless ecstasy, calling for everyone's congratulations, and laughing and talking with more violence than ever; whilst the luckless Kitty continued in the parlour repined at her fate in terms as unreasonable as her accent was peevish.
Lydia, ravie, parcourait la maison en réclamant bruyamment les félicitations de tout le monde, tandis qu’au salon, Kitty exhalait son dépit en termes aussi aigres qu’excessifs.