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+It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession
+of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.
+
+However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his
+first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds
+of the surrounding families, that he is considered the rightful property
+of some one or other of their daughters.
+
+“My dear Mr. Bennet,” said his lady to him one day, “have you heard that
+Netherfield Park is let at last?”
+
+Mr. Bennet replied that he had not.
+
+“But it is,” returned she; “for Mrs. Long has just been here, and she
+told me all about it.”
+
+Mr. Bennet made no answer.
+
+“Do you not want to know who has taken it?” cried his wife impatiently.
+
+“_You_ want to tell me, and I have no objection to hearing it.”
+
+This was invitation enough.
+
+“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.”
+
+“What is his name?”
+
+“Bingley.”
+
+“Is he married or single?”
+
+“Oh! Single, my dear, to be sure! A single man of large fortune; four or
+five thousand a year. What a fine thing for our girls!”
+
+“How so? How can it affect them?”
+
+“My dear Mr. Bennet,” replied his wife, “how can you be so tiresome! You
+must know that I am thinking of his marrying one of them.”
+
+“Is that his design in settling here?”
+
+“Design! 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.”
+
+“I see no occasion for that. 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. 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.”
+
+“But, my dear, you must indeed go and see Mr. Bingley when he comes into
+the neighbourhood.”
+
+“It is more than I engage for, I assure you.”
+
+“But consider your daughters. Only think what an establishment it would
+be for one of them. 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.”
+
+“You are over-scrupulous, surely. I dare say Mr. Bingley will be very
+glad to see you; and I will send a few lines by you to assure him of my
+hearty consent to his marrying whichever he chooses of the girls; though
+I must throw in a good word for my little Lizzy.”
+
+“I desire you will do no such thing. Lizzy is not a bit better than the
+others; and I am sure she is not half so handsome as Jane, nor half so
+good-humoured as Lydia. But you are always giving _her_ the preference.”
+
+“They have none of them much to recommend them,” replied he; “they are
+all silly and ignorant like other girls; but Lizzy has something more of
+quickness than her sisters.”
+
+“Mr. Bennet, how _can_ you abuse your own children in such a way? You
+take delight in vexing me. You have no compassion for my poor nerves.”
+
+“You mistake me, my dear. I have a high respect for your nerves. They
+are my old friends. I have heard you mention them with consideration
+these last twenty years at least.”
+
+“Ah, you do not know what I suffer.”
+
+“But I hope you will get over it, and live to see many young men of four
+thousand a year come into the neighbourhood.”
+
+“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 understanding,
+little information, and uncertain temper. When she was discontented,
+she fancied herself nervous. The business of her life was to get her
+daughters married; its solace was visiting and news. \ No newline at end of file