"Could not we sit down somewhere?" asked the lady.
Way was made for her through the circle, and she sank on a bench. Mr. Collins stood fanning her.
"Do go and look for some ice, Collins, I am perishing with heat," said the lady.
"I'll try," replied the obedient Mr. Collins.
"That's a pretty modest girl—there—with the blush roses," said the lady, addressing her husband.
"Yes, my love," returned the good gentleman.
"What time did you order the carriage?"
"At two, dearest."
"What ice is this, Collins? Pine? Oh! it's pretty good; as well as one can expect in this remote corner of the earth. There, I feel better now."