Oh, Miss Bennet, Miss Elizabeth! Your aunt, Mrs. Phillips, has sent word by me that her card-party is to be on Wednesday. She hopes you will surely be there.
Elizabeth.
[In a pre-occupied way, looking towards Wickham.] Oh, yes, we shall go.
Colonel Forster.
[As he passes the piano, and looking at some music which is on the rack.] Ah! Here is the song you have promised to sing to me. Pray sing it now, Miss Elizabeth.
Elizabeth.
Really, Colonel Forster, you must excuse me for to-day. Jane will play for you, instead.
Jane.
Indeed, I cannot, Lizzy.
Elizabeth.