Pride and Prejudice

Chapter 3

It is a universally acknowledged truth that what a rich bachelor lacks must be a young and beautiful wife.

No matter how little the feelings or opinions of such a bachelor are known to his new neighbors, this truth is so deeply rooted in the minds of the surrounding residents that one or the other neighbor always regards him as one of their daughters. rightfully deserved property.

"Bennet, my dear," his wife said to him one day, "have you heard that Netherfield Gardens has at last been let?"

Mr. Bennet said he had not heard.

"But it is true," she went on, "because Mrs. Lange has just been here, and she told me all about it."

Mr. Bennet said nothing.

"Don't you want to hear who rented this garden?" cried his wife, somewhat impatiently.

"You want to tell me, and I have no objection to coming and listening."

This was enough to encourage her to continue speaking.

"Well, my dear, you must know that Mrs. Lange said that Netherfield was rented by a rich young man from the North of England; , He is very satisfied with this place, and immediately negotiated with Mr. Maurice, the plan is to move in before Michaelmas Day, and some of his servants will live in next weekend."

"What's the young man's name?"

"Bingley."

"Is he married or single?"

"Oh! my dear, a bachelor, that's all right. A bachelor with a lot of money; four or five thousand pounds a year. That's a great favor for our girls!"

"How do you say that? What does that property have to do with our daughter?"

"Oh, my Bennet," replied his wife, "you are such a spoiler! You must know, too, that I am thinking of him marrying one of our daughters."

"Is that also his plan to live here?"

"His plans! You can talk nonsense! But it is quite possible that he might fall in love with one of them, so you must visit him as soon as possible after he comes."

"I don't see the need for it. You can go with the girls, or you can send them to go by themselves, which is perhaps better, because you are as pretty as the girls, and Mr. Bingley may be in the middle of it." I like you."

"My dear, you told me all the good things. I must have enjoyed my share of beauty, but now I don't want to talk about my beauty. When a woman has five grown-up girls From now on, she shouldn't think about her own beauty."

"On such occasions, a woman usually doesn't have much beauty to think about."

"At any rate, my dear, you must see Mr. Bingley after he has moved into the neighbourhood."

"Exactly, it's more than I should be doing."

"But you ought to think about your daughters. Just imagine the happiness it would create for one of your daughters. Sir William Lucas and his wife have decided to go for that." , because if you don't go, my daughters and I have no reason to visit him."

"You are undoubtedly being a little too cautious. I dare say Mr. Bingley will be glad to see you; and I will write a few words for you to assure him that whichever daughter he wants I will be Twelve points for it; but I'm sure I'll have something nice to say about my little Lizzy."

"I don't want you to do such a fool. Lizzy is no better than the other girls; I'm sure she has not half Jane's beauty, nor half Lydia's vivaciousness. But you , but always preferred her."

"None of them has anything to admire," said he; "they're as silly and ignorant as other girls; but Lizzy has a little more wit than her sisters."

"Bennet, how can you berate your child with such words? It's your pleasure to annoy me like this. You have no sympathy for my poor nerves."

"You've got me wrong, dear. I have a lot of respect for your nerves. They're old friends of mine. I've listened to you mentioning them for at least 20 years."

"Ah! You don't know my pain."

"But I hope you'll get over the pain and live to see a lot of lads with four thousand pounds a year living in the neighbourhood."

"That's of no use to us, if you don't want to visit twenty of them."

"You may believe, my dear, that when there are twenty here, I shall visit them all."

Wit, wit and humour, sternness and unpredictability are so strangely blended in Mr. Bennet that his wife has lived with him for twenty-three years and cannot fathom his character.But her thoughts are not difficult to fathom.She is a woman with low IQ, knows very little, and has a very unstable temperament.When she was upset, she thought her nerves were out of order.She lived to marry off her daughters; her solace in life was visiting friends for news.

(End of this chapter)