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No one but Mrs. Bennet regretted that their stay would be so short; and she made the most of the time by visiting about with her daughter, and having very frequent parties at home. These parties were acceptable to all; to avoid a family circle was even more desirable to such as did think than such as did not.

Their visitors were not to remain above ten days with them. Mr. Wickham had received his commission before he left London, and he was to join his regiment at the end of a fortnight.

“The fifty nuptial beds, (such hopes had he, So large a promise of a progeny,) The ports of plated gold, and hung with spoils.”

If I or she should chance to be Involved in this affair, He trusts to you to set them free, Exactly as we were.

“I thank you for my share of the favour,” said Elizabeth; “but I do not particularly like your way of getting husbands.”

[173] In fifty chambers.

I gave her one, they gave him two, You gave us three or more; They all returned from him to you, Though they were mine before.

“And then when you go away, you may leave one or two of my sisters behind you; and I dare say I shall get husbands for them before the winter is over.”

[172] Scæan, i e. left hand.

He sent them word I had not gone (We know it to be true): If she should push the matter on, What would become of you?

“I should like it beyond anything!” said her mother.

[171] His own, of gold. This bad bargain has passed into a common proverb. See Aulus Gellius, ii, 23.

“They told me you had been to her, And mentioned me to him: She gave me a good character, But said I could not swim.

“Oh, Lord! yes; there is nothing in that. I shall like it of all things. You and papa, and my sisters, must come down and see us. We shall be at Newcastle all the winter, and I dare say there will be some balls, and I will take care to get good partners for them all.”

[170] From this “melancholy madness” of Bellerophon, hypochondria received the name of “Morbus Bellerophonteus.” See my notes in my prose translation, p. 112. The “Aleian field,” i.e. “the plain of wandering,” was situated between the rivers Pyramus and Pinarus, in Cilicia.

[169] Solymæan crew, a people of Lycia.

These were the verses the White Rabbit read:—

“Very true; and if I had my will we should. But, my dear Lydia, I don’t at all like your going such a way off. Must it be so?”

[168] With tablets sealed. These probably were only devices of a hieroglyphical character. Whether writing was known in the Homeric times is utterly uncertain. See Grote, vol ii. p. 192, sqq.

“Begin at the beginning,” the King said gravely, “and go on till you come to the end: then stop.”