The Bennet´s carriage is stopped in its tracks by the MIlitia who are marching en masse through town. Lydia cannot believe her eyes as row after row of soldiers pass by the carriage with not a few of the men looking in at the Bennet girls with some interest.
Lydia: I can´t believe it, there must be a thousand of them!
Leading the one troupe of Militia is Wickham, a very handsome blonde officer. Lydia spots him and swoons.
Lizzie: (to the coachman) Please, drive on.