Mrs. Bennet's eyes sparkled with pleasure, and she was eagerly calling out, while her daughter read,
— “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.”
— “It is from Miss Bingley,”
said Jane, and then read it aloud.
— “My dear Friend,
— “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,
caroline bingley
— “Caroline Bingley.”
— “With the officers!”
cried lydia
cried Lydia.
“I wonder my aunt did not tell us of that.”
— “Dining out,”
said Mrs. Bennet
— “that is very unlucky.”
— “Can I have the carriage?”
said Jane.