It is no trouble, Mr. Collins. Charlotte, if you will come with me, I have a parcel I should like to send your mother.
Mr. Collins.
But I assure you, Madam——
[As they go out, Mrs. Bennet—looking daggers at Charlotte—tries to keep Mr. Collins with Jane.]
Mrs. Bennet.
Lydia will find your book, Mr. Collins.
Mr. Collins.
On no account, Madam——
[With awkward gallantry Mr. Collins ushers out the ladies—Lydia rebellious, Charlotte somewhat offended.]
Elizabeth.