Yes, one hundred a year. Do you think that any man in his proper senses would marry Lydia on so slight a temptation as one hundred a year?
Elizabeth.
That is very true, though it had not occurred to me before. Oh, it must be my uncle's doings. Generous man! I am afraid he has distressed himself. A small sum could not do all this.
Mr. Bennet.
No, Wickham's a fool if he takes Lydia with a farthing less than ten thousand pounds. I should be sorry to think so ill of him in the very beginning of our relationship.
Elizabeth.
Ten thousand pounds! Heaven forbid! How is one-half such a sum to be repaid?
Mr. Bennet.
That is what I should like to know.
Elizabeth.