Caroline Bingley:
...and her sisters Jane and Elizabeth were seen running down Market Street in an attempt to escape their disgrace. Isn't that exquisitely funny, Mr. Darcy?
Mr. Darcy:
Exquisitely. Just think how you would roar with laughter if it happened to yourself.
Mr. Darcy:
You must allow me to tell you how much I admire and love you.
Mr. Bennett:
An unhappy alternative is before you, Elizabeth. Your mother will never see you again if you do not marry Mr. Collins. And I will never see you again if you do.
Mr. Bennet:
Well, we're hoping Elizabeth can manage to catch a cold of her own and stay long enough to get engaged to Mr. Darcy. Then, if a good snowstorm could be arranged, we'd send Kitty over. But if a young man should happen to be in the house - a young man who likes singing, of course, who can discuss philosophy - Mary could go. Then, if a dashing young soldier in a handsome uniform should appear for Lydia, everything would be perfect, my dear.
Lydia Bennet:
Has anybody heard how Jane is this morning?
Mrs. Bennet:
Eh, Mr. Bingley sent a note over by his groom. She's much better. Such a happy idea of mine sending her off in the rain.
Mr. Bennet:
Yes, but to Jane must go all the credit for having caught the cold, my dear.
Mrs. Bennet:
Look at them! Five of them without dowries. What's to become of them?
Mr. Bennet:
Yes, what's to become of the wretched creatures? Perhaps we should have drowned some of them at birth.
Mr. Darcy:
I have made the mistake of being honest with you.
Elizabeth Bennet:
Honesty is a greatly overrated virtue. Silence in this case would have been more agreeable.
Caroline Bingley:
[
observing the Bennet family at the party at Netherfield] Entertaining the rustics is not as difficult as I feared. Any simple, childish game seems to amuse them excessively.
Mr. Darcy:
Yes, she looks tolerable enough, but I am in no humor tonight to give consequence to the middle classes at play.
Elizabeth Bennet:
Oh Mr. Darcy, Miss Bingley here is eager for her lesson. I hope you will enjoy it, Miss Bingley, and that you will learn to direct your darts with greater accuracy.
Elizabeth Bennett:
Oh, if you want to be really refined, you have to be dead. There's no one as dignified as a mummy
Elizabeth Bennett:
How clever of you, Miss Bingley, to know something of which you are ignorant.
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