Pride and Prejudice

The girls stared at their father. Mrs. Bennet said only, ‘Nonsense, nonsense!’

‘What can be the meaning of that emphatic exclamation?’ cried he. ‘Do you consider the forms of introduction, and the stress that is laid on them, as nonsense? I cannot quite agree with you THERE. What say you, Mary? For you are a young lady of deep reflection, I know, and read great books and make extracts.’

Mary wished to say something sensible, but knew not how.

‘While Mary is adjusting her ideas,’ he continued, ‘let us return to Mr. Bingley.’

‘I am sick of Mr. Bingley,’ cried his wife.

‘I am sorry to hear THAT; but why did not you tell me that before? If I had known as much this morning I certainly would not have called on him. It is very unlucky; but as I have actually paid the visit, we cannot escape the acquaintance now.’