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Mr. Woodhouse:
Must the church be so drafty, Mr. Elton? It is difficult to surrender one's soul when one is worried about one's throat.

Mrs. Weston:
Perhaps some tea and cake would revive you, Mr. Woodhouse.

Mr. Woodhouse:
Cake! Surely you're not serving cake at your wedding, Miss Taylor! Far too rich, you put us all at peril! Where is Mr. Perry, the apothecary? I'm sure he will support me!

Mrs. Weston:
Ah, he is over there, Mr. Woodhouse, having some cake.

Mr. Woodhouse:
What?