Didactic fiction; Domestic fiction; England -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction
“Well, madam,” answered Mrs. Bennet, “I will consider your impatience.”
She then rallied all her spirits in the best manner she could, and began
as is written in the next chapter.
And here possibly the reader will blame Mrs. Bennet for taking her story
so far back, and relating so much of her life in which Amelia had no
concern; but, in truth, she was desirous of inculcating a good opinion
of herself, from recounting those transactions where her conduct was
unexceptionable, before she came to the more dangerous and suspicious
part of her character. This I really suppose to have been her intention;
for to sacrifice the time and patience of Amelia at such a season to the
mere love of talking of herself would have been as unpardonable in
her as the bearing it was in Amelia a proof of the most perfect good
breeding.
Chapter ii.
_The beginning of Mrs. Bennet’s history._
“I was the younger of two daughters of a clergyman in Essex; of one in
whose praise if I should indulge my fond heart in speaking, I think my
invention could not outgo the reality. He was indeed well worthy of the
cloth he wore; and that, I think, is the highest character a man can
obtain.
“During the first part of my life, even till I reached my sixteenth
year, I can recollect nothing to relate to you. All was one long serene
day, in looking back upon which, as when we cast our eyes on a calm
sea, no object arises to my view. All appears one scene of happiness and
tranquillity.
“On the day, then, when I became sixteen years old, must I begin my
history; for on that day I first tasted the bitterness of sorrow.
“My father, besides those prescribed by our religion, kept five
festivals every year. These were on his wedding-day, and on the birthday
of each of his little family; on these occasions he used to invite two
or three neighbours to his house, and to indulge himself, as he said, in
great excess; for so he called drinking a pint of very small punch; and,
indeed, it might appear excess to one who on other days rarely tasted
any liquor stronger than small beer.
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