People who suffer as I do from nervous complaints can have no great inclination for talking.

Nobody can tell what I suffer! But it is always so.

Those who do not complain are never pitied." Her daughters listened in silence to this effusion, sensible that any attempt to reason with her or soothe her would only increase the irritation.

She talked on, therefore, without interruption from any of them, till they were joined by Mr.Collins, who entered the room with an air more stately than usual, and on perceiving whom, she said to the girls, "Now, I do insist upon it, that you, all of you, hold your tongues, and let me and Mr.Collins have a little conversation together." Elizabeth passed quietly out of the room, Jane and Kitty followed, but Lydia stood her ground, determined to hear all she could; and Charlotte, detained first by the civility of Mr.Collins, whose inquiries after herself and all her family were very minute, and then by a little curiosity, satisfied herself with walking to the window and pretending not to hear.

In a doleful voice Mrs.Bennet began the projected conversation: "Oh! Mr.Collins!" "My dear madam," replied he, "let us be for ever silent on this point.
Far be it from me," he presently continued, in a voice that marked his displeasure, "to resent the behaviour of your daughter.