Jane Austen
farmhouse. But there was much to be talked of in marrying her; and the good-natured
wishes for her well-doing which had proceeded before from all the spiteful old ladies in
Meryton lost but a little of their spirit in this change of circumstances, because with such an
husband her misery was considered certain.
It was a fortnight since Mrs. Bennet had been downstairs; but on this happy day she again
took her seat at the head of her table, and in spirits oppressively high. No sentiment of
shame gave a damp to her triumph. The marriage of a daughter, which had been the first
object of her wishes since Jane was sixteen, was now on the point of accomplishment, and
her thoughts and her words ran wholly on those attendants of elegant nuptials, fine muslins,
new carriages, and servants. She was busily searching through the neighbourhood for a
proper situation for her daughter, and, without knowing or considering what their income