I had hoped that our sentiments coincided in every particular,
but I must so far differ from you as to think our two youngest daughters uncommonly foolish.”
— “My dear Mr. Bennet, you must not expect such girls to have the sense of their father and mother.
When they get to our age, I dare say they will not think about officers any more than we do.
I remember the time when I liked a red coat myself very well — and indeed so I do still at my heart;
and if a smart young colonel, with five or six thousand a-year, should want one of my girls, I shall not say nay to him;
and I thought Colonel Forster looked very becoming the other night at Sir William's in his regimentals.”
— “Mamma,”
cried lydia
cried Lydia,
“my aunt says that Colonel Forster and Captain Carter do not go so often to Miss Watson's as they did when they first came;
she sees them now very often standing in Clarke's library.”
Mrs. Bennet was prevented replying by the entrance of the footman with a note for Miss Bennet;
it came from Netherfield, and the servant waited for an answer.