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One
morning
,
about
a
week
after
Bingley
's
engagement
with
Jane
had
been
formed
,
as
he
and
the
females
of
the
family
were
sitting
together
in
the
dining-room
,
their
attention
was
suddenly
drawn
to
the
window
,
by
the
sound
of
a
carriage
;
and
they
perceived
a
chaise
and
four
driving
up
the
lawn
.
It
was
too
early
in
the
morning
for
visitors
,
and
besides
,
the
equipage
did
not
answer
to
that
of
any
of
their
neighbours
.
The
horses
were
post
;
and
neither
the
carriage
,
nor
the
livery
of
the
servant
who
preceded
it
,
were
familiar
to
them
.
As
it
was
certain
,
however
,
that
somebody
was
coming
,
Bingley
instantly
prevailed
on
Miss
Bennet
to
avoid
the
confinement
of
such
an
intrusion
,
and
walk
away
with
him
into
the
shrubbery
.
They
both
set
off
,
and
the
conjectures
of
the
remaining
three
continued
,
though
with
little
satisfaction
,
till
the
door
was
thrown
open
and
their
visitor
entered
.
It
was
Lady
Catherine
de
Bourgh
.
They
were
of
course
all
intending
to
be
surprised
;
but
their
astonishment
was
beyond
their
expectation
;
and
on
the
part
of
Mrs.
Bennet
and
Kitty
,
though
she
was
perfectly
unknown
to
them
,
even
inferior
to
what
Elizabeth
felt
.
She
entered
the
room
with
an
air
more
than
usually
ungracious
,
made
no
other
reply
to
Elizabeth
's
salutation
than
a
slight
inclination
of
the
head
,
and
sat
down
without
saying
a
word
.
Elizabeth
had
mentioned
her
name
to
her
mother
on
her
ladyship
's
entrance
,
though
no
request
of
introduction
had
been
made
.
Mrs.
Bennet
,
all
amazement
,
though
flattered
by
having
a
guest
of
such
high
importance
,
received
her
with
the
utmost
politeness
.
After
sitting
for
a
moment
in
silence
,
she
said
very
stiffly
to
Elizabeth
,
"
I
hope
you
are
well
,
Miss
Bennet
.
That
lady
,
I
suppose
,
is
your
mother
.
"
Elizabeth
replied
very
concisely
that
she
was
.
"
And
that
I
suppose
is
one
of
your
sisters
.
"
"
Yes
,
madam
,
"
said
Mrs.
Bennet
,
delighted
to
speak
to
a
Lady
Catherine
.
"
She
is
my
youngest
girl
but
one
.
My
youngest
of
all
is
lately
married
,
and
my
eldest
is
somewhere
about
the
grounds
,
walking
with
a
young
man
who
,
I
believe
,
will
soon
become
a
part
of
the
family
.
"
"
You
have
a
very
small
park
here
,
"
returned
Lady
Catherine
after
a
short
silence
.
"
It
is
nothing
in
comparison
of
Rosings
,
my
lady
,
I
dare
say
;
but
I
assure
you
it
is
much
larger
than
Sir
William
Lucas
's
.
"
