Mr. Bennet.
I honour your circumspection. A fortnight's acquaintance is certainly very little. But if we do not venture, somebody else will, and if you decline the office I will take it upon myself.
Mrs. Bennet.
[As the two girls stare at their father.] Oh, nonsense—nonsense! I am sick of Mr. Bingley!
Mr. Bennet.
I am sorry to hear that; but why did not you tell me so before? If I had known as much a week ago, I certainly should not have called upon him.
Mrs. Bennet.
[Springing from her chair and throwing her arms about Mr. Bennet's neck.] What! You have really called upon him? Oh, how good in you, my dear Mr. Bennet!
Mr. Bennet.
It is very unlucky; but as I have actually paid the visit—and as he will very likely return it at any time, and bring his friend, Mr. Darcy, with him—we cannot now avoid the acquaintance of Mr. Bingley and his party.