I know of nobody that is coming, I am sure, unless Charlotte Lucas should happen to call in- and I am sure my dinners are good enough for her, since she is an unmarried woman of seven-and-twenty, and as such should expect little more than a crust of bread washed down with a cup of loneliness.
Jane Austen, Seth Grahame-Smith (2009). “Pride and Prejudice and Zombies”, p.59, Quirk Books