Mrs. Bennet.
Charlotte! Engaged! Why, who in the world is going to marry her?
[Sir William draws himself up with offended dignity; Lady Lucas bridles.]
Sir William.
The gentleman whom my daughter has honoured with her hand is your husband's cousin—Mr. Collins!
Mrs. Bennet.
[Rising in rage and amazement.] Mr. Collins! Marry your Charlotte? Good Lord, Sir William, how can you tell such a story! Do not you know that Mr. Collins is going to marry my Lizzy—or—or one of my other girls!
Lady Lucas.
Well, really, Mrs. Bennet!
Sir William.