Pride and Prejudice

Either the shell-pink gauze

of muslin

or the thick gaberdine

would be most becoming

to your daughter, Mrs. Bennet.

Now, let me see.

Yes. Yes.

The pink suits you, Jane.

And, now, we'll see whether

the blue is becoming to you,

Lizzie.

Stand up dear.

Several young ladies have bought

new gowns for the Assembly Ball.

But, none will be more modish

than this muslin, Madame.

Isn't it soften when it's worn?

Mine is, Mama.

It's been worn for three years.

Ah, our fashion decrees muslin

this season, Madame.

That should be good enough

for us, shouldn't it, Jane?

Yes.

Then, the pink for Miss Jane

and blue for Miss Elizabeth.

I know exactly

how I want mine cut.

I shall look very worldly.

How shall I look?

Adorable, my love. As always!

Oh, Lizzie!

Uh-hmm.

Oh, Mr. Beck! Mr. Beck! Look!

Lacks-a-daisy!

What's the commotion?

Just look at that carriage,

my darling!

And those exquisite young men!

They must have

come straight from Court!

Oh, look! They're getting out.

Have you heard

any of neighbours say

if they're expecting visitors?

No, Mama. Who do you suppose

would be entertaining people

of fashion like these?

Mr. Beck, ah, send old Flynn

and find out if they're stopping

in the vicinity.

Ah, ah, slyly, of course.

The hustler will tell us.

Lah, here comes Aunt Philips

as if something were after her!

Lacks-a-daisy! My sister

has lost all sense of decorum!

Aunt Philips!

Oh! Why such haste?

Oh! You're out of breath.

I saw your carriage outside.

My dear, such news!

Did you see them?

Of course, we saw them.

Who are they, Sister?

They're the new tenants

of Netherfield Park.

Netherfield Park is let,

at last!

And to a young man of importance!

His name is Bingley.

Is the young woman Mrs. Bingley?

No, dear. That's the

pleasantest part of it.

She's his sister!

She's his sister, Lizzie.

Who's the other gentleman,

Aunt Philips?

Oh, I don't know.

Some friend, I suppose.

Oh! But, let me tell you

about Mr. Bingley.

He's very rich!

He has

five thousand pounds a year.

Five thousand pounds

and unmarried!

That's the most heartening

piece of news

since the Battle of Waterloo!

You couldn't see how handsome

and elegant he is!

Excuse me, Madame.

The second gentleman's name

is Darcy.

The two carriages

and the dogs are his.

The chaise belongs to Mr. Bingley.

Two carriages and

- one, two, three,

four, five,

- six liveried servants!

My word! This Mr. Darcy

must also be rich!

I wonder if - he's married?

Oh! Mrs. Bennet!

I thought we'd find you here.

Good morning, Mrs. Philips.

Elizabeth. Jane.

I just had to come in

and tell you the news!

Dear Lady Lucas, you don't mean

about the new tenants

of Netherfield?

Ye-! Oh!

You've heard it already.

Yes, dear.

Mr. Bingley has

five thousand pounds a year.

Who is this Mr. Darcy?

He's Mr. Bingley's guest.

They're inseparable friends.

He's one of the

Darcys of Pembley.

Oh! Mr. Darcy of Pembley!

Is that all you know about him?

Wha-! Oh!

You mean, is he married?

No, dear, no. He isn't married.

And, he's even richer

than Mr. Bingley.

The Pembley estates and all

are worth a clear

ten thousand a year.

Ten thou-! Isn't it fortunate

to have two eligible young men

coming to the neighborhood?

Perhaps one of them will

fall in love with your Charlotte.

Oh! Not if he sees Jane

or Lizzie first!

You may not have beauty, my lamb,

but, you have character.

And, some men prefer it.

How true, Lady Lucas.

That's why girls who have both

are doubly fortunate.

Come, my dears.

The dressmaker will call

for the muslin, Mr. Beck.

Come for chaise, Mama?

Ssshhh.

Good morning, Lady Lucas.

Oh! Good morning, Mrs. Bennet.

We shall meet

at the Assembly Ball, of course.

Yes, indeed.

Goodbye, Sister. Oh!

You mustn't leave Lady Lucas.

Tell Mr. Beck to show you that

exquisite piece of flower damask.

Goodbye!

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Lady Lucas.

Goodbye, Lizzie.

Come over to Longbourn,

Charlotte.

Mama!

Heaven only knows

where your sisters are!

We must get home at once!

But, Mama, why?

Your father must call on

Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy

this very afternoon.

If he doesn't, the Lucases will.

That's what it looks like.

But the damask, milady.

Oh, we'll choose the material

some other time, Mr. Beck.

Come, Charlotte.

Hurry, my dear!

Where are those girls?

Whenever I want them,

I never can find them.

There's Mary, Mama.

Oh! Mary! Mary!

Isn't that just like the girl!

Ah, ah, Mary!

Mary!

Oh!

Look, Mama!

I have just purchased

Burke's essay

on the sublime and beautiful!

You and your books!

No wonder you're compelled

to wear disfiguring glasses!

Oh! Where are Kitty and Lydia?

Look for an Officer in a red coat

and you'll find them.

Ah, yes, the Officers!

Come girls!

Is that the way

you'll treat a wife, Mr. Wickham?

More likely to be the way

she will treat me, Miss Lydia.

Mama, there they are.

Where?

There. Look.

Kitty, there's Mama.

Kitty! Lydia! Come here!

Those two are getting sillier

and sillier over Officers.

I don't know

why you permit it, Mama.

I had a weakness for the

military myself when I was young.

Oh, Mama!

Do we have to go home so soon?

We just met

the most fascinating new Officer!

A Mr. Wickham.

He's just joined the Black Shoes.

He's charming!

Yes, I suppose

he's very delightful!

Oh, dear!

Where is that coachman?

Where is Jennings?

Oh, there he is!

Now, come along, girls!

Don't dawdle!

Stay where you are, Jennings!

Stay where you are!

We don't have time to lose!

Look, Mama!

Lady Lucas's carriage!

Pass them, Batings! Pass them!

Overtake them, Jennings!

Overtake them!

That's it, Jennings! That's it!

That will teach her a lesson!

Keep on going, Jennings!

I must tell your Papa

about the visit!

There's no time to lose!

Ah, go to the drawing room,

girls.

Matthews, could you help

polish the chaise.

Mr. Bennet! Mr. Bennet!

Mr. Bennet!

Yes, my dear?

Mr. Bennet! Netherfield Park

has been let at last!

Uh-hmm.

Did you hear me?

Netherfield Park

has been let at last!

Indeed, Mrs. Bennet?

Well, don't you want to hear

who's taken it?

Well, if you want to tell me,

I have no objection

to hearing it.

Mr. Bingley is his name.

And it seems he's a young man

of large fortune!

And he's single, my dear!

Think of it!

What a fine thing for our girls!

Is it?

Mr. Bennet, you know

perfectly well what I mean.

I am thinking of his

marrying one of our daughters.

Oh! Is that his design

in settling here?

How can you talk so, Mr. Bennet?

This is a serious matter!

You must go

and visit him at once!

You and the girls go.

Or, better still,

send the girls by themselves.

But you're as handsome

as any of them.

And Mr. Bingley

may like you best of all!

Well, my dear, you flatter me.

When a woman

has five grown-up daughters,

she ought to give over

thinking of her own beauty.

Well, in most such cases,

a woman hasn't much beauty

to think of, my dear.

Now, seriously, Mr. Bennet,

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