Elizabeth.
Oh, forty Mr. Bingleys wouldn't make me happy. Till I have your disposition, I never can have happiness. No, no, let me shift for myself. Perhaps if I have very good luck I may meet with another Mr. Collins in time.
Harris.
[Entering.] Mr. Bennet has returned, Madam, and is looking for you.
Jane.
Elizabeth.
Where is he, Harris? [Looking off.] There he comes! Papa!
[They run to meet Mr. Bennet, and, bringing him in, seat him in a garden chair, one on either side of him.]
Elizabeth.