“I hope you will give your future mother-in-law a few hints, when this desirable event takes place, as to the advantage of holding her tongue.” Dragon’s blood! That was Miss Bingley. “If you can compass it, do cure the younger girls of running after the officers. And, if I may mention so delicate a subject, endeavor to check that little something, bordering on conceit and impertinence, which your lady possesses.” His lady? His lady! The presumption! How dare she? “Have you anything else to propose for my domestic felicity?” Mr. Darcy asked, flat-toned and acerbic.
