In vain did Elizabeth endeavour to check the rapidity of her mother’s words, or persuade her to describe her felicity in a less audible whisper;
For to her inexpressible vexation she could perceive that the chief of it was overheard by Mr. Darcy, who sat opposite to them.
Her mother only scolded her for being nonsensical.
ElizabethWhat is Mr. Darcy to me, pray, that I should be afraid of him?
ElizabethI am sure we owe him no such particular civility as to be obliged to say nothing he may not like to hear.
Mrs. BennetFor heaven’s sake, madam, speak lower.
Mrs. BennetWhat advantage can it be to you to offend Mr. Darcy?
Mrs. BennetYou will never recommend yourself to his friend by so doing.