Mrs. and Miss Bates occupied the drawing-room floor; and there, in the very moderate-sized apartment, which was every thing to them, the visitors were most cordially and even gratefully welcomed; the quiet neat old lady, who with her knitting was seated in the warmest corner, wanting even to give up her place to Miss Woodhouse, and her more active, talking daughter, almost ready to overpower them with care and kindness, thanks for their visit, solicitude for their shoes, anxious inquiries after Mr. Woodhouse’s health, cheerful communications about her mother’s, and sweet-cake from the beaufet

Soon after the arrival of Mrs. Campbell, dinner was announced by Abboye. He came into the drawing room resplendent in his gold-and-white turban. […] His cummerbund matched the turban in gold lines.

You pat me on the head / You took me out to wine, dine, sixty-nine me / But didn't hear a damn word I said

And therefore, in that God by this Office hath advanced you so high, as to set you over his Houshold, Be exhorted so far to know your Place, and the dignity and worth of it, as not to be ashamed of it, nor to be babished in the Execution of it.