“No more have I," said Mr. Bennet; "and I am glad to find that you do not depend on her serving you.”
“Her safety is my utmost concern as well..." John started."You have no idea," Mr Bennet said under his breath. John ignored him.”
“She said, "Do you have more things that you need, or more that you don't need?" I said, "It depends on what it means to need.”
“My dear Mr. Bennet," replied his wife, "how can you be so tiresome! You must know that I am thinking of his marrying one of them.”
“Tell me, Mr. Bennet, how can we amuse you during your visit? Do you hunt?” Lady Catherine was spooning her turtle soup, blowing delicately to cool it.“I am certain an animal would sooner die of laughter than gunshot wound if I even made the attempt.”
“My dear Mr. Bennet," said his lady to him one day, "have you heard that Netherfield Park is let at last?”