of muslin
or the thick gaberdine
would be most becoming
to your daughter, Mrs. Bennet.
Now, let me see.
Yes. Yes.
The pink suits you, Jane.
And, now, we'll see whether
the blue is becoming to you,
Lizzie.
Stand up dear.
Several young ladies have bought
new gowns for the Assembly Ball.
But, none will be more modish
than this muslin, Madame.
Isn't it soften when it's worn?
Mine is, Mama.
It's been worn for three years.
Ah, our fashion decrees muslin
this season, Madame.
That should be good enough
for us, shouldn't it, Jane?
Yes.
Then, the pink for Miss Jane
and blue for Miss Elizabeth.
I know exactly
how I want mine cut.
I shall look very worldly.
How shall I look?
Adorable, my love. As always!
Oh, Lizzie!
Uh-hmm.
Oh, Mr. Beck! Mr. Beck! Look!
Lacks-a-daisy!
What's the commotion?
Just look at that carriage,
my darling!
And those exquisite young men!
They must have
come straight from Court!
Oh, look! They're getting out.
Have you heard
any of neighbours say
if they're expecting visitors?
No, Mama. Who do you suppose
would be entertaining people
of fashion like these?
Mr. Beck, ah, send old Flynn
and find out if they're stopping
in the vicinity.
Ah, ah, slyly, of course.
The hustler will tell us.
Lah, here comes Aunt Philips
as if something were after her!
Lacks-a-daisy! My sister
has lost all sense of decorum!
Aunt Philips!
Oh! Why such haste?