“Do let us have a little music,” – cried Miss Bingley, tired of a conversation in which she had no share. – “Louisa, you will not mind my waking Mr. Hurst.”
Her sister made not the smallest objection, and the piano-forte was opened, and Darcy, after a few moments recollection, was not sorry for it. He began to feel the danger of paying Elizabeth too much attention.















