Mrs Bennet deigned not to make any reply; but anable to contain herself, began scolding one of her daughters.
<<Don't keep coughing so, Kitty, for heaven's sake! Have a little compassion on my nerves. You tear them to pieces.>>
<<Kitty has no discretion in her coughs>> said her father; <<she times them ill.>>

(Conversation about Mr. Bingley and his dances)
<<If he had any compassion for me,>> cried her husband impatiently, <<he would not have danced half so much! For God's sake, say no more of his patners. Oh! that he had sprained his ancle in the first dance!>>