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"Exceed their income! My dear Mr. Bennet," cried his wife, "what

are you talking of? Why, he has four or five thousand a year, and

very likely more." Then addressing her daughter, "Oh, my dear,

dear Jane, I am so happy! I am sure I shan't get a wink of sleep

all night. I knew how it would be. I always said it must be so,

at last. I was sure you could not be so beautiful for nothing! I

remember, as soon as ever I saw him, when he first came into

Hertfordshire last year, I thought how likely it was that you

should come together. Oh, he is the handsomest young man that

ever was seen!"

Wickham, Lydia, were all forgotten. Jane was beyond competition

her favourite child. At that moment she cared for no other. Her

younger sisters soon began to make interest with her for objects

of happiness which she might in future be able to dispense.

Mary petitioned for the use of the library at Netherfield; and

Kitty begged very hard for a few balls there every winter.