Mr. BennetI HOPE, my dear, that you have ordered a good dinner to-day, because I have reason to expect an addition to our family party.
Said Mr. Bennet to his wife, as they were at breakfast the next morning.
Mrs. BennetWho do you mean, my dear?
Mrs. BennetI know of nobody that is coming, I am sure, unless Charlotte Lucas should happen to call in;
Mrs. BennetAnd I hope my dinners are good enough for her.
Mrs. BennetI do not believe she often sees such at home.
Mr. BennetThe person of whom I speak is a gentleman and a stranger.
Mrs. Bennet’s eyes sparkled.