Well, my dear," said Mr. Bennet, when Elizabeth had read the note aloud, "if your daughter should have a dangerous fit of illnessโif she should die, it would be a comfort to know that it was all in pursuit of Mr. Bingley, and under your orders.
Jane AustenThere is not the hundredth part of the wine consumed in this kingdom that there ought to be. Our foggy climate wants help.
Jane Austen