“I hope, my dear,” said Mr. Bennet to his wife, as they were at breakfast the next morning, “that you have ordered a good dinner today, because I have reason to expect an addition to our family party.” [перевод...]

“Who do you mean, my dear? I know of nobody that is coming, I am sure, unless Charlotte Lucas should happen to call in, and I hope my dinners are good enough for her. I do not believe she often sees such at home.” [перевод...]

“The person of whom I speak is a gentleman, and a stranger.” Mrs. Bennet's eyes sparkled. — “A gentleman and a stranger! It is Mr. Bingley, I am sure! Why Jane — you never dropt a word of this — you sly thing! Well, I am sure I shall be extremely glad to see Mr. Bingley. — But — good lord! how unlucky! there is not a bit of fish to be got to-day. Lydia, my love, ring the bell. I must speak to Hill, this moment.” [перевод...]

“It is not Mr. Bingley,” said her husband; “it is a person whom I never saw in the whole course of my life.” [перевод...]