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Pride and Prejudice

“It will be no use to us, if twenty such should come, since you will
not visit them.”
“Depend upon it, my dear, that when there are twenty, I will visit
them all.”
Mr. Bennet was so odd a mixture of quick parts, sarcastic humour,
reserve, and caprice, that the experience of three-and-twenty years had
been insufficient to make his wife understand his character. Her mind
was less difficult to develop. She was a woman of mean understand-
ing, little information, and uncertain temper. When she was discon-
tented, she fancied herself nervous. The business of her life was to get
her daughters married; its solace was visiting and news.
Chapter 2
Mr. Bennet was among the earliest of those who waited on Mr. Bin-
gley. He had always intended to visit him, though to the last always
assuring his wife that he should not go; and till the evening after the
visit was paid she had no knowledge of it. It was then disclosed in the
following manner. Observing his second daughter employed in trim-
ming a hat, he suddenly addressed her with:
“I hope Mr. Bingley will like it, Lizzy.”
“We are not in a way to know what Mr. Bingley likes,” said her
mother resentfully, “since we are not to visit.”
“But you forget, mamma,” said Elizabeth, “that we shall meet him
at the assemblies, and that Mrs. Long promised to introduce him.”
“I do not believe Mrs. Long will do any such thing. She has two
nieces of her own. She is a selfish, hypocritical woman, and I have no
opinion of her.”
“No more have I,” said Mr. Bennet; “and I am glad to find that you
do not depend on her serving you.”
Mrs. Bennet deigned not to make any reply, but, unable to contain
herself, began scolding one of her daughters.
“Don‟t keep coughing so, Kitty, for Heaven‟s sake! Have a little
compassion on my nerves. You tear them to pieces.”
“Kitty has no discretion in her coughs,” said her father; “she times
them ill.”
“I do not cough for my own amusement,” replied Kitty fretfully.
“When is your next ball to be, Lizzy?”
“To-morrow fortnight.”
“Aye, so it is,” cried her mother, “and Mrs. Long does not come
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