Mamma!
Bingley.
Certainly, Mrs. Bennet. I had already decided upon it. I told Mr. Darcy only yesterday that as soon as my sister, Miss Bingley, arrived, and Nicholas could make white soup enough, I should send out my cards. Did not I, Darcy?
Darcy.
[Very stiffly.] I believe you did.
Mrs. Bennet.
Well, that is vastly good in you, Mr. Bingley; and then, perhaps, your friend may change his mind about the country. [To Darcy.] You didn't come to admire Sir William's chimneys, Mr. Darcy.
Darcy.
I was admiring your daughter's work, Madam.
Mrs. Bennet.