Colonel Forster.
[Raising his glass.] To Mr. Bingley—may the pleasure which he has given us all to-night be but a foretaste of the future happiness which he will both receive and give in this community.
All.
Mr. Bingley—Colonel Forster!—Mr. Bingley!
[All drink as Bingley bows.]
Sir William.
[Rising.] And may I be allowed to still farther express the sentiments of this community, by proposing another toast in which I am sure you will all join me with enthusiasm? [Raising his glass.] To the Master of Netherfield! May he retain that title from his present fortunate youth, to his future green and honoured old age!
All.
[Drinking.] Mr. Bingley! Sir William! Mr. Bingley!