But, my dear, that will soon be your luck, as well. You forget that your daughter is to profit by it.
Mrs. Bennet.
Well, perhaps. I don't know about that, but, [With renewed excitement.] I do know that it is too monstrous that after you are gone I shall be forced to make way for this man and live to see him master in this house!
Mr. Bennet.
My dear, do not give way to such gloomy thoughts. Let us hope for better things. Let us flatter ourselves that I may be the survivor.
Mrs. Bennet.
[This is not very consoling to Mrs. Bennet; and therefore, instead of making answer, she goes on as before.] If it was not for the entail I should not mind it.
Mr. Bennet.
What should not you mind?
Mrs. Bennet.