Pride And Prejudice

by Jane Austen

Graded Reader – Intermediate level

Chapter 1

Everyone knows this to be true: that an unmarried man with a good fortune must need a wife.

However little people know about such a young man when he comes to live in a new neighbourhood, they all firmly believe that he will one day belong to one or another of their daughters.

‘Have you heard, Mr Bennet?’ said his wife to him one day. ‘Someone has at last rentedNetherfieldPark.’

Mr Bennet made no reply.

‘Do you not want to know who has taken it?’ she went on impatiently. But she was going to tell him anyway. ‘Mrs Long says that a rather wealthy young man from the north of England came down last Monday in a carriage with four horses to look at the place. He liked it so much that he agreed to take it immediately and some of his servants are to be in the house by the end of next week.’

‘What’s his name?’

‘Bingley, my dear. And he is single! And he has an income of four or five thousand a year. Most fortunate for our girls, is it not?’

‘Is it? What difference can it possibly make to them?’

‘My dear Mr Bennet,’ replied his wife, ‘how can you ask such a thing? Surely you know that I am thinking of him marrying one of them. And so you should go and call on him as soon as he comes.’

‘I can see no good reason for that,’ said Mr Bennet. ‘But you and the girls may go, of course, although Mr Bingley will probably like you best of all.’

‘Thank you, my dear. How kind. I certainly have been thought beautiful in my time, but when she has grown-up daughters, a woman should stop thinking of her own beauty and think of her daughters’ future. And you must think of their future too. You must go and see Mr Bingley as soon as he arrives in the neighbourhood.’

‘I cannot promise it,’ said Mr Bennet, ‘but I might ask you to take a letter to him, telling him I will happily agree to let him marry any of the girls he may choose; though I must in a good word for my little Lizzy.’

‘You will do no such thing. Lizzy is not any better than the others. She is not half as beautiful as Jane, nor half as good-natured as Lydia, but you always give her preference.’

‘None of them have much to recommend them,’ he replied. ‘They are all as silly and empty-headed as other girls, but Lizzy is cleverer than her sisters.’

‘Mr Bennet! How can you speak of your own children in such a way? You take pleasure in annoying me, I know. YOu do not think about my poor nerves when you say things like that!’

In the twenty-three years of their marriage, Mrs Bennet had not succeeded in understanding her husband’s odd character. She was much easier to understand. She was a woman of limited intelligence, who knew little, who was often bad-tempered and who complained about her nerves whenever she was unhappy. Her main aim in life was to get her daughters married.

Unabridged version

Chapter 1

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered as the rightful property of some one or other of their daughters.

“My dear Mr. Bennet,” said his lady to him one day, “have you heard that Netherfield Park is let at last?”

Mr. Bennet replied that he had not.

“But it is,” returned she; “for Mrs. Long has just been here, and she told me all about it.”

Mr. Bennet made no answer.

“Do not you want to know who has taken it?” cried his wife impatiently.

You want to tell me, and I have no objection to hearing it.”

This was invitation enough.

“Why, my dear, you must know, Mrs. Long says that Netherfield is taken by a young man of large fortune from the north of England; that he came down on Monday in a chaise and four to see the place, and was so much delighted with it that he agreed with Mr. Morris immediately; that he is to take possession before Michaelmas, and some of his servants are to be in the house by the end of next week.”

“What is his name?”


“Is he married or single?”

“Oh! single, my dear, to be sure! A single man of large fortune; four or five thousand a year. What a fine thing for our girls!”

“How so? how can it affect them?”

“My dear Mr. Bennet,” replied his wife, “how can you be so tiresome! You must know that I am thinking of his marrying one of them.”

“Is that his design in settling here?”

“Design! nonsense, how can you talk so! But it is very likely that he may fall in love with one of them, and therefore you must visit him as soon as he comes.”

“I see no occasion for that. You and the girls may go, or you may send them by themselves, which perhaps will be still better, for as you are as handsome as any of them, Mr. Bingley might like you the best of the party.”

“My dear, you flatter me. I certainly have had my share of beauty, but I do not pretend to be anything extraordinary now. When a woman has five grown-up daughters, she ought to give over thinking of her own beauty.”

“In such cases, a woman has not often much beauty to think of.”

“But, my dear, you must indeed go and see Mr. Bingley when he comes into the neighbourhood.”

“It is more than I engage for, I assure you.”

“But consider your daughters. Only think what an establishment it would be for one of them. Sir William and Lady Lucas are determined to go, merely on that account, for in general, you know, they visit no newcomers. Indeed you must go, for it will be impossible for us to visit him, if you do not.”

“You are over scrupulous, surely. I dare say Mr. Bingley will be very glad to see you; and I will send a few lines by you to assure him of my hearty consent to his marrying whichever he chooses of the girls; though I must throw in a good word for my little Lizzy.”

“I desire you will do no such thing. Lizzy is not a bit better than the others; and I am sure she is not half so handsome as Jane, nor half so good-humoured as Lydia. But you are always giving her the preference.”

“They have none of them much to recommend them,” replied he; “they are all silly and ignorant like other girls; but Lizzy has something more of quickness than her sisters.”

“Mr. Bennet, how can you abuse your own children in such a way? You take delight in vexing me. You have no compassion on my poor nerves.”

“You mistake me, my dear. I have a high respect for your nerves. They are my old friends. I have heard you mention them with consideration these twenty years at least.”

“Ah, you do not know what I suffer.”

“But I hope you will get over it, and live to see many young men of four thousand a year come into the neighbourhood.”

“It will be no use to us, if twenty such should come, since you will not visit them.”

“Depend upon it, my dear, that when there are twenty, I will visit them all.”

Mr. Bennet was so odd a mixture of quick parts, sarcastic humour, reserve, and caprice, that the experience of three-and-twenty years had been insufficient to make his wife understand his character. Her mind was less difficult to develop. She was a woman of mean understanding, little information, and uncertain temper. When she was discontented, she fancied herself nervous. The business of her life was to get her daughters married; its solace was visiting and news.