Mrs. Collins will in the future regulate her poultry-yard according to your directions, Lady Catherine, if you will be so condescending as to give them.
Charlotte.
Yes, thank you, Lady Catherine.
Mr. Collins.
Will your Ladyship not take some refreshment?
Charlotte.
Oh, yes—let me fetch you a cup of tea?
Lady Catherine.
No, no—I wish nothing. [To Mr. Collins.] But you may go, Mr. Collins, and see if Jones is walking the horses up and down. I do not trust Jones.
Mr. Collins.