Bennet monologue — Fanny and the Servant Problem

[_white with suppressed fury_; _he is in front of her_; _his very look is enough to silence her_] Now you listen to me, my girl, once and for all. I told you the night of your arrival that whether this business was going to prove a pleasant or an unpleasant one depended upon you. You make it an easy one—for your own sake. With one word I can bring your house of cards about your ears. I’ve only to tell him the truth for him to know you as a cheat and liar. [_She goes to speak_; _again he silences her_.] You listen to me. You’ve seen fit to use strong language; now I’m using strong language. This _boy_, who has married you in a moment of impulse, what does _he_ know about the sort of wife a man in his position needs? What do _you_? made to sing for your living on the Paris boulevards—whose only acquaintance with the upper classes has been at shady restaurants.