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hwpLydia! Kitty!
My dear Mr Bennet, have you heard?
Netherfield Park is let at last. Do you
not want to know who has taken it?
As you wish to tell me, my dear,
I doubt I have any choice in the matter.
Kitty, what have I told you
about listening at the door?
Theres a Mr Bingley
arrived from the North.
- Five thousand a year!
- Really?
- Hes single!
- Whos single?
A Mr Bingley, apparently. Kitty!
How can that possibly affect them?
Mr Bennet,
how can you be so tiresome?
You know he must marry one of them.
That is his design in settling here?
You must go and visit him at once.
Good heavens. People.
For we may not visit if you do not,
as you well know, Mr Bennet.
- Are you listening? You never listen.
- You must, Papa! At once!
Theres no need. I already have.
- You have?
- When?
Oh, Mr Bennet,
how can you tease me so?
Have you no compassion
for my poor nerves?
You mistake me, my dear.
I have the highest respect for them.
Theyve been my constant companions
these twenty years.
Papa!
- Is he amiable?
- Who?
- Is he handsome?
- Hes sure to be.
With a year,
it would not matter if he had warts.
Whos got warts?
I will consent to
his marrying whichever girl he chooses.
- So will he come to the ball tomorrow?
- I believe so.
- Mr Bennet!
- I have to have your muslin!
- Ill lend you my green slippers!
- They were mine.
- Ill do your mending for a week.
- Ill retrim your new bonnet.
Two weeks Ill do it for.
Its not the same!
Its not the same.
I cant breathe.
I think one of
my toes just came off.
If every man does not end the evening
in love with you,
then Im no judge of beauty.
- Or men.
- No, they are far too easy to judge.
Theyre not all bad.
Humourless poppycocks,
in my limited experience.
One day,
someone will catch your eye,
and then youll have
to watch your tongue.
How good of you to come.
Which of the painted peacocks
is our Mr Bingley?
Hes on the right.
On the left is his sister.
- The person with the quizzical brow?
- That is his good friend, Mr Darcy.
- He looks miserable, poor soul.
- He may be, but poor he is not.
Tell me.
a year,
and he owns half of Derbyshire.
The miserable half.
Mr Bennet, you must introduce him
to the girls immediately.
Smile at Mr Bingley. Smile.
Mary.
Mr Bingley, my eldest daughter you know.
Mrs Bennet, Miss Jane Bennet,
Elizabeth and Miss Mary Bennet.
It is a pleasure. I have two others,
but theyre already dancing.
Im delighted to make your acquaintance.
And may I introduce Mr Darcy
of Pemberley in Derbyshire.
How do you like it
here in Hertfordshire?
Very much.
The library at Netherfield,
Ive heard, is one of the finest.
It fills me with guilt. Im not a good
reader. I prefer being out of doors.
Oh, I mean, I can read, of course.
And Im not suggesting
you cant read out of doors.
I wish I read more, but there
seem to be so many other things to do.
Thats exactly what I meant.
Mama, Mama! You will never, ever believe
what were about to tell you.
- Tell me!
- Shes going to take the veil.
- The regiment are coming!
- Officers?
Theyre going to be stationed
the whole winter, right here.
- Officers?
- As far as the eye can see.
Oh, look.
Janes dancing with Mr Bingley.
Mr Bennet.
- Do you dance, Mr Darcy?
- Not if I can help it.
I didnt know you were coming
to see me. Whats the matter?
We are a long way from Grosvenor Square,
are we not, Mr Darcy?
Ive never seen so many pretty girls.
You were dancing
with the only handsome girl.
She is the most beautiful creature
I have ever beheld.
- But her sister Elizabeth is agreeable.
- Perfectly tolerable.
Not handsome enough to tempt me. Return
to your partner and enjoy her smiles.
Youre wasting your time with me.
Count your blessings, Lizzie. If he
liked you, youd have to talk to him.
Precisely.
I wouldnt dance with him
for all of Derbyshire,
let alone the miserable half.
Wait!
- I enjoyed that so much, Miss Lucas.
- How well you dance, Mr Bingley.
Ive never enjoyed a dance so much.
My daughter Jane
is a splendid dancer, is she not?
She is indeed.
Your friend Miss Lucas
is a most amusing young woman.
Oh, yes, I adore her.
- It is a pity shes not more handsome.
- Mama!
Oh, but Lizzie
would never admit that shes plain.
Of course, its my Jane whos considered
the beauty of the county.
Mama, please!
When she was a gentleman
was so much in love with her,
I was sure he would make her an offer.
However, he did write her
some very pretty verses.
And that put paid to it.
I wonder who discovered the power
of poetry in driving away love.
- I thought poetry was the food of love.
- Of a fine, stout love.
But if it is only a vague inclination,
one poor sonnet will kill it.
So, what do you recommend
to encourage affection?
Dancing. Even if ones partner
is barely tolerable.
Mr Bingley is just what
a young man ought to be.
- Sensible, good-humoured...
- Handsome, conveniently rich...
Marriage should not be driven
by thoughts of money.
Only deep love
will persuade me to marry.
- Which is why Ill end up an old maid.
- Do you really believe he liked me
