When he was gone, they were certain at least of receiving constant information of what was going on, and their uncle promised, at parting, to prevail on Mr. Bennet to return to Longbourn, as soon as he could, to the great consolation of his sister, who considered it as the only security for her husband's not being killed in a duel.
Make me a willow cabin at your gateAnd call upon my soul within the house.Write loyal cantons of contemned loveAnd sing them loud even in the dead of night.Halloo your name to the reverberate hillsAnd make the babbling gossip of the airCry out Olivia! Oh, you should not restBetween the elements of air and earth,But you should pity me.