“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?”
“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.”
“My dear Mr. Bennet,” replied his wife, “how can you be so tiresome!
Nonsense, how can you talk so!
But it is very likely that he may fall in love with one of them, and therefore you must visit him as soon as he comes.”
You and the girls may go, or you may send them by themselves, which perhaps will be still better, for as you are as handsome as any of them, Mr. Bingley may like you the best of the party.”
“My dear, you flatter me.
“But, my dear, you must indeed go and see Mr. Bingley when he comes into the neighbourhood.”
Sir William and Lady Lucas are determined to go, merely on that account, for in general, you know, they visit no newcomers.