“If you were to give me forty such men, I never could be so happy as you.Till I have your disposition,your goodness,I never can have your happiness. No, no, let me shift for myself; and, perhaps,if I have very good luck,I may meet with another Mr. Collins in time.”
“Exceed their income!My dear Mr.Bennet,”cried his wife,“what are you talking of?Why,he has four or five thousand a year,and very likely more.”Then addressing her daughter,“Oh!my dear,dear Jane,I am so happy!I am sure I shan't get a wink of sleep all night.I knew how it would be.I always said it must be so,at last.I was sure you could not be so beautiful for nothing!I remember,as soon as ever I saw him,when he first came into Hertfordshire last year,I thought how likely it was that you should come together.Oh!he is the handsomest young man that ever was seen!”
“He has made me so happy,”said she,one evening,“by telling me that he was totally ignorant of my being in town last spring!I had not believed it possible.”
The Bennets were speedily pronounced to be the luckiest family in the world,though only a few weeks before,when Lydia had first run away,they had been generally proved to be marked out for misfortune.
Mary petitioned for the use of the library at Netherfield;and Kitty begged very hard for a few balls there every winter.