Pride and Prejudice Page #3

at everybody!

Does he think

he is too good for us?

Come, Sister darling!

Isn't that delightful?

Your liking riding

as much as I do!

Yes.

I hope we may be able

to ride together sometimes.

That will be nice.

Oh, Caroline!

Miss Jane, will you take

a little stroll

about the room with me?

With pleasure!

Oh, no, Charles!

You were not invited.

I have a thousand things

I want to ask Miss Jane.

You know, I've a feeling

about Mr. Bingley and Jane.

I really have.

Look! Look, Sister!

Miss Bingley is being

excessively gracious to Jane.

What did I tell you?

It's a sure sign!

You must come over

to Netherfield one day.

I should be so bored.

What?

Oh, you know! We're new out here

in the wilderness.

We will arrange it, shall we?

Very soon?

That will be delightful!

Oh! This is better than

brazening it out in the open.

Don't tell me

we haven't any partners here.

Oh, why is England cursed with

so many more women than men?

Darcy!

Come! I hate to see you stalking

about by yourself

in a stupid manner.

Why don't you dance?

With whom?

Your sister is engaged

and there isn't another woman

in the room

that it wouldn't be a punishment

for me to stand up with.

But the place

is full of pretty girls!

I have noticed only one and you

seemed to have monopolised her.

Yes, isn't she lovely?

But, there's that

sister of hers, Miss Elizabeth.

They say

she has quite a lively wit.

Ugh! A provincial young lady

with a lively wit.

Heaven preserve us!

And, there's that

mother of hers.

It's not the mother

you have to dance with, Darcy.

It's the daughter.

She's charming.

Yes. She looks tolerable enough.

But I'm in no humor tonight

to be of consequence

to the middle classes at play.

What a charming man!

Of all the arrogant,

detestable snobs!

Oh, but, Lizzie, he didn't know

you were listening.

What difference does that make?

He would have said just the same

as he had.

Oh, she looks tolerable enough!

But I'm in no humor tonight

to be of consequence

to the middle classes at play.

To think how we badgered

poor Papa to get him here!

Oh, I could!

Oh! Praise heavens!

I have this dance

engaged with Col. Stubbs.

He's never learned the steps

but he likes the exercise.

And, it gets me away

from the wall.

But, as I was saying,

I was about to ask you,

Sir William,

if you would do me the kindness

to introduce me to Miss Bennet.

Oh, certainly.

Dancing is a charming amusement

for young people.

In my opinion, it's one of the

first refinements

of a polite society.

It has the added advantage, sir,

of being one of the

first refinements of savages.

Every huttentot can dance.

Oh, yes. Quite true.

So, Miss Elizabeth, may I have

the honor to present Mr. Darcy?

He's eager to invite you

to dance.

Now that you had been forewarned

of my eagerness

to dance with you,

may I hope

that you will do me the honor?

I'm afraid that the honor of

standing up with you, Mr. Darcy,

is more than I can bear.

Pray, excuse me.

Am I to understand that you

do not wish to dance with me,

Miss Bennet?

Sir, I'm begging to be excused.

The loss is mine, I'm sure.

Well, you, perhaps,

know best about that, sir.

Miss Elizabeth,

if you're not engaged,

will you honor me

with the next dance?

I shall be very happy

to dance with you!

Oh! This is Mr. Wickham,

Mr. Darcy.

Mr. Darcy and I have met before.

We have, indeed.

The man must be mad.

Mad? You're too charitable,

Miss Elizabeth.

If you're better acquainted,

you would see in him another man.

Have you known him a long time?

Yes, since childhood.

But, as you saw,

we're not on friendly terms.

Without knowing

anything about it,

I'm on your side.

Thank you, Miss Elizabeth!

You see, my father was the

steward at the Darcy estates.

Young Darcy and I grew up

together almost like brothers.

I mustn't trust myself

on that subject.

After what Darcy has done to me,

I - I wouldn't be a fair judge.

Ahh! Polka mazoorka!

I didn't expect to find Meryton

abreast with the new fashion!

You underrate us, Mr. Wickham.

Meryton

is abreast with everything.

Everything except insolence

and bad manners.

Those London fashions

we do not admire.

Things are working out exactly

as I hoped the first minute

I set eyes on Mr. Bingley.

What's this about Mr. Bingley?

I'm dining with him

and his sister, Papa.

This is the day!

A great and fateful day.

Mama, do you suppose they'll have

turtle soup for dinner?

They're so frightfully rich!

No, dear.

You can't expect turtle soup

until your engagement

is actually announced!

Now, Jane, don't forget

what I told you.

Don't be too distant with him,

and, be sure to laugh

when he makes a joke.

Yes, even if it's a bad one.

Especially if it's a bad one.

And, dear, try to sit

where he can see you in profile.

You know, dear, although I say

I shouldn't,

you have the loveliest profile

in all Hamphshire.

Mama.

Oh! And, Jane, if Mr. Bingley

should suggest a stroll

before dinner, don't refuse.

For instance, they just

delightfully secluded walks

in those shrubberies

around that field.

Yes, Mama.

There won't be

much strolling today, Mama.

Oh, dear me!

I'm afraid you're right!

Oh! And I had such hopes

for those shrubberies!

Get out, Jane!

Get out, dear! Come on!

I'm seated, Mama! I want to go!

Who said you weren't going?

Get out there and

change your clothes immediately!

Ah, take the carriage back

to the stables, Jennings!

And, tell the boy

to saddle Miss Jane's horse.

Oh! But, Mama, you can't send

Jane out on horseback.

It's going to rain

and she'll catch cold.

Oh, fiddlesticks!

People don't catch cold

from a few drops of water!

Besides, if it rains,

she won't be able

to ride home after dinner.

They'll have to keep her

all night!

You know dinners and a thing

like that weather

lead to engagements.

Your dear father and I became

engaged in a thunderstorm.

You'll be confined here

for at least a week, Miss Bennet.

A week!

A week!

I hope your mother

won't be too much upset!

Oh! No! Mother will be deli-!

I mean, she'll be grateful

having such good friends.

Oh!

Now, Jane, turn this way.

This way.

Now, open your mouth.

Say, "Aahh".

Aahh.

Once more.

Aahh.

The epidermis seems to have lost

its siderotic activity.

I detect distinct symptoms

of pyrexia.

Oh! Is that bad, Dr. Mackintosh?

He just means you're rather

feverish, Miss Jane.

Oh!

There is also acute coryza

of the nasal cavities

accompanied by local

inflammation of the larynx.

Not to mention

some pulmonary congestion,

and, neuralgic pains

in the temporal region.

In other words, Miss Jane,

you have a bad cold

and a headache.

What do you want us to do,

Doctor?

I would advise the immediate

application of a sinepism.

A sidepicip?

A massive plaster.

There seems to be someone

coming up the drive.

It would appear to be one

of your sisters. Miss Elizabeth.

Well, then,

I'll go down and meet her.

Come in, Miss Elizabeth.

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