Mrs. Bennet's eyes sparkled with pleasure, and she was eagerly calling out, while her daughter read, [перевод...]

— “Well, Jane, who is it from? what is it about? what does he say? well, Jane, make haste and tell us; make haste, my love.” [перевод...]

— “It is from Miss Bingley,” said Jane, and then read it aloud. [перевод...]

— “My dear Friend, [перевод...]

— “If you are not so compassionate as to dine to-day with Louisa and me, we shall be in danger of hating each other for the rest of our lives, for a whole day's tete–a–tete between two women can never end without a quarrel. Come as soon as you can on receipt of this. My brother and the gentlemen are to dine with the officers. Yours ever, [перевод...]

— “Caroline Bingley.” [перевод...]

— “With the officers!” cried Lydia. “I wonder my aunt did not tell us of that.” [перевод...]

— “Dining out,” said Mrs. Bennet — “that is very unlucky.” [перевод...]

— “Can I have the carriage?” said Jane. [перевод...]