Miss Bingley immediately fixed her eyes on his face, and desired he would tell her what lady had the credit of inspiring such reflections. Mr. Darcy replied with great intrepidity:   [перевод...]

— “Miss Elizabeth Bennet.”   [перевод...]

— “Miss Elizabeth Bennet!” repeated Miss Bingley. “I am all astonishment. How long has she been such a favourite? —and pray, when am I to wish you joy?”   [перевод...]

— “That is exactly the question which I expected you to ask. A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment. I knew you would be wishing me joy.”   [перевод...]

— “Nay, if you are serious about it, I shall consider the matter is absolutely settled. — You will be having a charming mother-in-law, indeed, and, of course, she will always be at Pemberley with you.”   [перевод...]

He listened to her with perfect indifference, while she chose to entertain herself in this manner; and as his composure convinced her that all was safe, her wit flowed long.   [перевод...]