“My dear Mr. Bennet,” said his lady to him one day, “have you heard that Netherfield Park is let at last?”
“Do you not want to know who has taken it?”
“You want to tell me, and I have no objection to hearing it.”
“Why, my dear, you must know, Mrs. Long says that Netherfield is taken by a young man of large fortune from the north of England; that he came down on Monday in a chaise and four to see the place, and was so much delighted with it, that he agreed with Mr. Morris immediately; that he is to take possession before Michaelmas, and some of his servants are to be in the house by the end of next week.”
Single, my dear, to be sure!
I certainly have had my share of beauty, but I do not pretend to be anything extraordinary now.
When a woman has five grown-up daughters, she ought to give over thinking of her own beauty.”
“In such cases, a woman has not often much beauty to think of.”
Sir William and Lady Lucas are determined to go, merely on that account, for in general, you know, they visit no newcomers.
Indeed you must go, for it will be impossible for us to visit him if you do not.”