dear ladies, dear ladies, upon my word, here you are, here you are, here you are!
oh, none of that, hush, please, none of that, but here is my dear mamma- in-law mrs jennings.
why did you not come up to the park first and take your ease? we saw you pass--like many people who live rather lonely lives together.
she would not wait, you know.
delightful! and you know you are to dine at barton park every day.
oh, no no no no no no no, i shall not brook refusals. i am quite deaf to 'em, you know--
but i insist!
oh, no thankings, no, please, can't bear 'em, embarrassing, you know--
we will send game and fruit as a matter of course--
--and the carriage is at your beck and call--
where did you disappear to?
but, alas, there are no smart young men hereabouts to woo them--
come, mother, let us leave them in peace.
excellent fellow! we served in the east india regiment together.
reclusive individual. but you are fatigued. i can see that you are fatigued.
come along, mother, we really must leave them to themselves.
send thomas to us for the carriage when you are ready!
where can brandon be, poor fellow? i hope he has not lamed his horse.
oho! have you sniffed one out already, mother? you are worse than my best pointer, flossie!
she's horribly good at winkling.
--or if we do, we do not keep them for long!
or a handsome lieutenant!
no profession! a gentleman, then!
f indeed! a very promising letter. let me--f, f, fo, fa.  upon my word, but i cannot think of a single name beginning with f--
of course, yes--my goodness. we do not stand on ceremony here, my dear.
brandon! where have you been? come, come and meet our beautiful new neighbours!
mrs dashwood, may i present my dear friend colonel brandon? we served together in the east indies and i assure you there is no better fellow on earth--
like? hot.
come, miss dashwood--it is your turn to entertain us!
--and i think we can all guess what key you will sing in!
you know what they're saying, of course.
the word is that you have developed a taste for--certain company.
and why not, say i. a man like you-- in his prime--she'd be a most fortunate young lady--
brandon, my boy, do not think of yourself so meanly--
mr willoughby is well worth catching, miss dashwood--miss marianne must not expect to have all the men to herself!
decent shot--and there is not a bolder rider in all england.
like?
well, he has the nicest little bitch of a pointer--was she out with him yesterday?
nice little estate three miles east. he is to inherit it from an elderly relative--lady allen is her name.
you are all on the lookout for willoughby, eh? dear me, poor brandon. you will none of you think of him now.
miss marianne, i cannot see why you should set your cap at mr willoughby when you have already made such a splendid conquest!
aye, he visits every year for he is to inherit allenham--and he has a very pretty estate of his own, miss dashwood, combe magna in somerset. if i were you, i would not give him up to my younger sister in spite of all this tumbling down hills.
here is the man himself. come, brandon-- we know when we are not wanted. let us leave him to the ladies!
how does he do? how do you do, more like. go on in, they're waiting for you!
what can this be?
what is the matter, brandon?
no! impossible!
but brandon, we are all assembled. we cannot picnic at delaford without our host! go up to town tomorrow.
and look at miss marianne--it would break her heart to deny her!