Your mother will never see you again if you do _not_ marry Mr.Collins, and I will never see you again if you _do_." Elizabeth could not but smile at such a conclusion of such a beginning, but Mrs.Bennet, who had persuaded herself that her husband regarded the affair as she wished, was excessively disappointed.
"What do you mean, Mr.Bennet, in talking this way?
You promised me to _insist_ upon her marrying him." "My dear," replied her husband, "I have two small favours to request.
First, that you will allow me the free use of my understanding on the present occasion; and secondly, of my room.

I shall be glad to have the library to myself as soon as may be." Not yet, however, in spite of her disappointment in her husband, did Mrs.Bennet give up the point.

She talked to Elizabeth again and again; coaxed and threatened her by turns.

She endeavoured to secure Jane in her interest; but Jane, with all possible mildness, declined interfering; and Elizabeth, sometimes with real earnestness, and sometimes with playful gaiety, replied to her attacks.

Though her manner varied, however, her determination never did.
Mr.Collins, meanwhile, was meditating in solitude on what had passed.
He thought too well of himself to comprehend on what motives his cousin could refuse him; and though his pride was hurt, he suffered in no other way.