Jane Austen
want one of my girls I shall not say nay to him; and I thought Colonel Forster looked very
becoming the other night at Sir William's in his regimentals."
"Mamma," cried Lydia, "my aunt says that Colonel Forster and Captain Carter do not go
so often to Miss Watson's as they did when they first came; she sees them now very often
standing in Clarke's library."
Mrs. Bennet was prevented replying by the entrance of the footman with a note for Miss
Bennet; it came from Netherfield, and the servant waited for an answer. Mrs. Bennet's eyes
sparkled with pleasure, and she was eagerly calling out, while her daughter read,
"Well, Jane, who is it from? What is it about? What does he say? Well, Jane, make haste
and tell us; make haste, my love."
"It is from Miss Bingley," said Jane, and then read it aloud.
"MY DEAR FRIEND,--