Welcome to our humble abode.
My wife encourages me to spend time in the garden for my health.
I think our guest is tired after her journey.
I plan many improvements. I intend to throw out a bough and plant a lime walk.
I flatter myself that any young lady would be happy
to be the mistress of such a house.
We shan't be disturbed here.
This parlour is for my own particular use.
Oh, Lizzie, it's such a pleasure to run my own home.
- Charlotte, come here! - What's happened?
Has the pig escaped again? Oh, it's Lady Catherine.
Come and see, Lizzie.
Great news.
We received an invitation to Rosings from Lady Catherine.
How wonderful!
Do not make yourself uneasy about your apparel.
Just put on the best you've brought.
Lady Catherine's never been averse to the truly humble.
One of the most extraordinary sights in all of Europe.
The glazing alone costs upwards of Ј20,000.
Come along. Come along.
A little later we'll play cards.
Your Ladyship.
Miss de Bourgh.
- So, you are Elizabeth Bennet? - I am, your Ladyship.
This is my daughter.
- It's kind of you to ask us to dine. - The rug alone cost upwards of Ј300.
Mr Darcy.
What are you doing here?
Mr Darcy, I had no idea we had the honour.
- Miss Elizabeth, I'm a guest here. - You know my nephew?
I had the pleasure of meeting your nephew in Hertfordshire.
Colonel Fitzwilliam. How do you do?
Mr Collins, you can't sit next to your wife. Move. Over there.
Harvey, I wonder, could you get me the fish course...
I trust your family is in good health, Miss Elizabeth?
They are, thank you.
My eldest sister is in London. Perhaps you saw her there.
I haven't been fortunate enough...
Do you play the pianoforte, Miss Bennet?
- A little, ma'am, and very poorly. - Do you draw?
No, not at all.
Your sisters, do they draw?
Not one.
That's very strange.
I suppose you had no opportunity.
Your mother should've taken you to town for the benefit of the masters.
My mother wouldn't have minded, but my father hates town.
- Has your governess left you? - We never had a governess.
No governess? Five daughters brought up at home without a governess?
I never heard such a thing. Your mother must've been a slave to your education.
Not at all, Lady Catherine.
Your younger sisters, are they out in society?
- Yes, ma'am, all. - All?
What, all five out at once? That's very odd.
And you second. The younger ones out before the elders are married?
Your youngest sisters must be very young.
Yes, my youngest is not 16.
But it would be hard on younger sisters
not to have their amusement because the elder is still unmarried.
It would hardly encourage sisterly affection.
Upon my word, you give your opinion very decidedly for so young a person.
Pray, what is your age?
With three younger sisters grown up, you can hardly expect me to own to it.
Come, Miss Bennet, and play for us.
- No, I beg you. - For music is my delight.
In fact, there are few people in England
who have more true enjoyment of music.
Or better natural taste.
If I had ever learnt, I should've been a great proficient.
So would Anne, if her health would've allowed her.
I'm not afflicted with false modesty, when I say I play poorly...
Come, Lizzie, her Ladyship demands it.
How does Georgiana get along, Darcy?
- She plays very well. - I hope she practises.
No excellence can be acquired without constant practice.
I've told Mrs Collins this.
Though you have no instrument, you're welcome to come to Rosings
and play on the pianoforte in the housekeeper's room.
You'll be in nobody's way in that part of the house.
You mean to frighten me by coming in all your state to hear me.
But I won't be alarmed, even if your sister does play so well.
I know that I cannot alarm you even should I wish it.
What was my friend like in Hertfordshire?
You really care to know?
Prepare yourself for something very dreadful.
The first time I saw him, he danced with nobody,
though gentlemen were scarce
and there was more than one lady without a partner.
- I knew nobody beyond my own party. - Nobody can be introduced at a ball.
Fitzwilliam, I need you.
I do not have the talent
of conversing easily with people I have never met before.
Perhaps you should take your aunt's advice and practise.
Dear Jane...
Mr Darcy.
Please, do be seated.
Mr and Mrs Collins have gone to the village.
This is a charming house.
I believe my aunt did a great deal to it when Mr Collins first arrived.
I believe so.
She could not have bestowed her kindness on a more grateful subject.
- Shall I call for some tea? - No, thank you.
Good day, Miss Elizabeth, it's been a pleasure.
What on earth have you done to poor Mr Darcy?
I have no idea.
Every mind must have some counsellor
to whom it may apply for consolation in distress.
There are many conveniences which others can supply and we cannot procure.
I have in view those objects
which are only to be obtained through intercourse...
Forgive me, through the intercourse of friendship or civility.
On such occasions, the proud man steps forth to meet you not with cordiality,
but with the suspicion of one who reconnoitres an enemy...
- How long do you plan to stay? - As long as Darcy chooses.
- I am at his disposal. - Everyone appears to be.
I wonder he does not marry and secure a lasting convenience of that kind.
- She would be a lucky woman. - Really?
Darcy is a most loyal companion.
He recently came to the rescue of one of his friends.
What happened?
He saved him from an imprudent marriage.
Who's the man?
His closest friend, Charles Bingley.
Did Mr Darcy give a reason for this interference?
There were apparently strong objections to the lady.
What kind of objections? Her lack of fortune?
I think it was her family that was considered unsuitable.
- So he separated them? - I believe so. I know nothing else.
Miss Elizabeth.
I have struggled in vain and can bear it no longer.
These past months have been a torment. I came to Rosings only to see you.
I have fought against judgement, my family's expectation,
the inferiority of your birth, my rank.
I will put them aside and ask you to end my agony.
- I don't understand. - I love you.
Most ardently.
Please do me the honour of accepting my hand.
Sir, I appreciate the struggle you have been through,
and I am very sorry to have caused you pain.
It was unconsciously done.
- Is this your reply? - Yes, sir.
- Are you laughing at me? - No.
Are you rejecting me?
I'm sure the feelings which hindered your regard will help you overcome it.
Might I ask why with so little civility I am thus repulsed?
I might enquire why you told me you liked me against your better judgement?
If I was uncivil, then that is some excuse.
- But you know I have other reasons. - What reasons?
Do you think anything might tempt me to accept the man who has ruined
the happiness of a most beloved sister?
Do you deny that you separated a young couple who loved each other,
exposing your friend to censure for caprice
and my sister to derision for disappointed hopes,
involving them both in acute misery?
- I do not deny it. - How could you do it?
I believed your sister indifferent to him.
I realised his attachment was deeper than hers.
She's shy!
Bingley was persuaded she didn't feel strongly.
- You suggested it. - For his own good.
My sister hardly shows her true feelings to me.
I suppose his fortune had some bearing?
I wouldn't do your sister the dishonour.
- It was suggested... - What was?
It was clear an advantageous marriage...
- Did my sister give that impression? - No!
- No. There was, however, your family... - Our want of connection?
- No, it was more than that. - How, sir?
The lack of propriety shown by your mother, younger sisters and your father.
Forgive me. You and your sister I must exclude from this.
And what about Mr Wickham?
Mr Wickham?
What excuse can you give for your behaviour?
- You take an eager interest. - He told me of his misfortunes.
- Oh, they have been great. - You ruin his chances
yet treat him with sarcasm.
So this is your opinion of me?
Thank you. Perhaps these offences might have been overlooked
had not your pride been hurt by my scruples about our relationship.
I am to rejoice in the inferiority of your circumstances?
And those are the words of a gentleman.
Your arrogance and conceit, your selfish disdain for the feelings of others
made me realise you were the last man in the world I could ever marry.
Forgive me, madam, for taking up so much of your time.
I came to leave you this.
I shall not renew the sentiments which were so disgusting to you.
But if I may, I will address the two offences you have laid against me.
My father loved Mr Wickham as a son.
He left him a generous living. But upon my father's death,
Mr Wickham announced he had no intention of taking orders.
He demanded the value of the living, which he'd gambled away within weeks.
He then wrote, demanding more money, which I refused.
After which, he severed all acquaintance.
He came back to see us last summer, and declared passionate love for my sister,
whom he tried to persuade to elope with him.
She is to inherit Ј30,000.
When it was made clear he would never receive a penny of it, he disappeared.
I will not attempt to convey the depth of Georgiana's despair.
She was 15 years old.
As to the other matter, of your sister and Mr Bingley,
though the motives which governed me may appear insufficient,
they were in the service of a friend.
Lizzie.
Are you all right?
I hardly know.
Lizzie. How fortunate you have arrived.
Your aunt and uncle are here to deliver Jane from London.
- How is Jane? - She's in the drawing room.
I'm quite over him. If he passed me in the street, I'd hardly notice.
London is so diverting. It's true.
There's so much to entertain.
What news from Kent?
Nothing.
At least not much to entertain.
Lizzie, tell Mama!
Stop making such a fuss.
- Why didn't she ask me as well? - Because I'm better company.
- What's the matter? - I've just as much right.
Let's all go.
Lydia's been invited to Brighton with the Forsters.
Sea-bathing would set me up nicely.
I shall dine with the officers every night.
Papa, don't let her go.
Lydia will never be easy until she's exposed herself in some public place.
And we could never expect her to do it with so little inconvenience.
If you do not check her,
she'll be fixed as the silliest flirt who ever made her family ridiculous.
And Kitty will follow, as always.
Lizzie, we shall have no peace until she goes.
Is that really all you care about?
Colonel Forster is a sensible man.
He will keep her out of any real mischief.
And she's too poor to be an object of prey to anyone.
It's dangerous.
I am certain the officers will find women better worth their while.
Let us hope, in fact, that her stay in Brighton
will teach her her own insignificance.
At any rate, she can hardly grow any worse.
If she does, we'd be obliged to lock her up for the rest of her life.
Lizzie, you're welcome to accompany us.
The Peak District is not Brighton.
Officers are thin on the ground which may influence your decision.
Come to the Peak District with us, Lizzie, and get some fresh air.
The glories of nature. What are men compared to rocks and mountains?
Men are either eaten up with arrogance or stupidity.
If they are amiable, they have no minds of their own.
Take care, my love. That savours strongly of bitterness.
I saw Mr Darcy when I was at Rosings.
Why did you not tell me?
Did he mention Mr Bingley?
No.
No, he did not.
Oh, what are men compared to rocks and mountains?
Or carriages that work?
Where exactly are we?
Quite close to Pemberley.
- Mr Darcy's home? - That's the fellow.
Very well-stocked lake. I've a hankering to see it.
Oh, no, let's not.
Well, he's so...
I'd rather not, he's so... he's so...
- So what? - So rich.
By heavens, Lizzie, what a snob you are!
Objecting to Mr Darcy because of his wealth. The poor man can't help it.
He won't be there anyway. These great men are never at home.
Keep up.
- Is your master much at home? - Not as much as I would wish.
He dearly loves it here.
If he should marry, you might see more of him.
He's a lot like his father.
When my husband was ill, Mr Darcy couldn't do enough.
He just organised the servants for me.
This is he, Mr Darcy.
A handsome face.
Lizzie, is it a true likeness?
Does the young lady know Mr Darcy?
Only a little.
Do you not think him a handsome man, miss?
Yes.
Yes, I dare say he is.
This is his sister, Miss Georgiana.
She sings and plays all day long.
Is she at home?
Miss Elizabeth.
- I thought you were in London. - No.
No, I'm not.
No.
- We would not have come... - I came back a day early...
I'm with my aunt and uncle.
And are you having a pleasant trip?
Very pleasant.
- Tomorrow we go to Matlock. - Tomorrow?
- Are you staying at Lambton? - Yes, at the Rose and Crown.
Yes.
I'm so sorry to intrude.
They said the house was open for visitors. I had no idea.
- May I see you back to the village? - No.
- I'm very fond of walking. - Yes.
Yes, I know.
Goodbye, Mr Darcy.
This way, sir.
Are you sure you wouldn't like to join us?
We've just met Mr Darcy. You didn't tell us that you'd seen him.
He's asked us to dine with him tomorrow. He was very civil, was he not?
- Very civil. - Not at all how you'd painted him.
To dine with him?
There's something pleasant about his mouth when he speaks.
You don't mind delaying our journey another day?
He particularly wants you to meet his sister.
His sister.
Miss Elizabeth!
My sister, Miss Georgiana.
My brother has told me so much about you,
- I feel as if we are friends already. - Thank you.
- What a beautiful pianoforte. - My brother gave it to me.
- He shouldn't have. - I should have.
- Very well then. - Easily persuaded, is she not?
He once had to put up with my playing.
- He says you play so well. - Then he has perjured himself.
- I said "quite well". - "Quite well" is not "very well".
I'm satisfied.
- Mr Gardiner, are you fond of fishing? - Very much.
Would you accompany me to the lake this afternoon?
Its occupants have been left in peace too long.
- I would be delighted. - Do you play duets, Miss Elizabeth?
- Only when forced. - Brother, you must force her.
Splendid fishing, good company. What a capital fellow.
Thank you so much, Mr Darcy.
A letter for you, madam.
Oh, it's from Jane.
It is the most dreadful news.
Lydia has run away...
...with Mr Wickham.
They are gone to Lord knows where.
She has no money, no connections. I fear she is lost forever.
This is my fault.
If only I had exposed Wickham when I should.
No, this is my fault.
I might have prevented all this by being open with my sisters.
Has anything been done to recover her?
My father has gone to London, but I know nothing can be done.
We have not the smallest hope.
Would I could help you.
Sir, I think it is too late.
This is grave indeed. I will leave you. Goodbye.
We must go at once.
I will join Mr Bennet and find Lydia before she ruins the family.
Why did the Forsters let her out of their sight?
I always said they were unfit to take charge of her.
- And now she is ruined. - You are all ruined.
Who will take you now with a fallen sister?
Poor Mr Bennet will now have to fight the perfidious Wickham
and then be killed.
He hasn't found him yet, Mama.
Mr Collins will turn us out before he is cold.
Do not be so alarmed. Our uncle is in London helping in the search.
Lydia must know what this must be doing to my nerves.
Such flutterings and spasms all over me!
My baby Lydia, my baby!
How could she do such a thing to her poor mama?
- You can't do that! - Don't be such a baby.
- Kitty, give it to me. - Who's it for?
It's addressed to Papa.
It's in Uncle's writing.
Papa, there's a letter.
- Let me catch my breath. - It's in Uncle's writing.
- He's found them. - Are they married?
- I can't make out his script. - Give it to me.
Are they married?
They will be if Father settles Ј100 a year on her. That is his condition.
- You will agree to this, Father? - Of course.
God knows how much your uncle must've laid on that wretched man.
What do you mean?
No man would marry Lydia
under so slight a temptation as Ј100 a year.
Your uncle must've been very generous.
Do you think it a large sum?
Wickham's a fool if he accepts less than Ј10,000.
- Heaven forbid! - Father!
Lydia married and at 15 too!
Ring the bell, Kitty.
I must put on my things and tell Lady Lucas. Oh, to see her face.
Tell the servants they will have a bowl of punch.
- We should thank our uncle. - So he should help.
He's far richer than us and has no children. Daughter married!
Is that really all you think about?
When you have five daughters, tell me what else will occupy your thoughts.
Then perhaps you'll understand.
You don't know what he's like.
- Lydia! - Oh, Mama!
We passed Sarah Sims in her carriage.
So I took off my glove so she might see the ring.
Then I bowed and smiled like anything...
I'm sure she was not half as radiant as you, my dear.
You must all go to Brighton.
That is the place to get husbands. I hope you have half my good luck.
Lydia.
I want to hear every little detail, Lydia, dear.
I've been enlisted in a regiment in the North of England.
Glad to hear it.
Near Newcastle. We travel there next week.
- Can I come and stay with you? - That is out of the question.
Monday morning came and I was in such a fuss.
I don't want to hear.
There was my aunt preaching away as if reading a sermon.
- She was horrid unpleasant. - Can't you understand why?
But I didn't hear a word because I was thinking of my dear Wickham.
I longed to know if he'd be married in his bluecoat.
The North of England, I believe, boasts some spectacular scenery.
So I thought, who is to be our best man if he doesn't come back?
Lucky, he did, or I would've had to ask Mr Darcy.
- Mr Darcy! - I forgot!
- But I shouldn't have said a word. - Mr Darcy was at your wedding?
He was the one that discovered us.
He paid for the wedding, Wickham's commission, everything.
But he told me not to tell.
- Mr Darcy? - Stop it, Lizzie.
Mr Darcy's not half as high and mighty as you sometimes.
Kitty, have you seen my ring?
Write to me often, my dear.
Married women never have much time for writing.
I dare say you won't.
When I married your father, there didn't seem to be enough hours in the day.
My sisters may write to me, for they'll have nothing else to do.
There's nothing so bad as parting with one's children.
One seems so forlorn without them.
- Goodbye. - Goodbye, Lydia. Goodbye, Mr Wickham.
Bye, Kitty. Bye, Papa.
I can't imagine what your father does with all that ink.
Mrs Bennet.
Did you hear the news, madam? Mr Bingley is returning to Netherfield.
Mrs Nichols is ordering a haunch of pork. She expects him tomorrow.
Tomorrow?
Not that I care. Mr Bingley's nothing to us.
I'm sure I never want to see him again, no.
We shan't mention a word about it. Is it quite certain he's coming?
Yes, madam. I believe he's alone. His sister remains in town.
Why he thinks we should be interested, I've no idea. Come along, girls.
We better go home at once and tell Mr Bennet.
The impudence of the man. I wonder he dare show his face.
It's all right, Lizzie.
I'm just glad he's alone because we shall see less of him.
Not that I'm afraid of myself. But I dread other people's remarks.
Oh, I'm sorry.
He's here. He's here. He's at the door.
- Mr Bingley! - Mr Bingley?
Oh, my goodness! Everybody behave naturally.
And whatever you do, do not appear overbearing.
There's someone with him. Mr Whatsisname, the pompous one.
Mr Darcy? The insolence of it. What does he think of, coming here?
Keep still, Jane. Mary, put that away at once. Find some useful employment.
Oh, my Lord, I shall have a seizure, I'm sure I shall.
Kitty.
- We can't have this here. - Mary, the ribbons, the ribbons.
Mary, sit down at once. Mary!
Mr Darcy and Mr Bingley, ma'am.
How glad we are to see you, Mr Bingley.
There have been many changes since you went away.
Miss Lucas is married and settled. And one of my own daughters too.
You will have seen it in the papers,
though it was not put in as it ought to have been.
Very short. Nothing about her family.
Yes, I did hear of it. I offer my congratulations.
But it is very hard to have my Lydia taken away from me.
Mr Wickham has been transferred to Newcastle, wherever that is.
Will you stay long in the country?
Just a few weeks. For the shooting.
When you've killed all your own birds,
I beg you will come here and shoot as many as you please.
Mr Bennet will be vastly happy to oblige and will save the best coveys for you.
Excellent.
- Are you well, Mr Darcy? - Quite well, thank you.
I hope the weather stays fine for your sport.
- I return to town tomorrow. - So soon?
My Jane looks well, does she not?
She does indeed.
Well, we must be going, I think.
Darcy. It's been very pleasant to see you all again.
Miss Elizabeth. Miss Bennet.
You must come again.
Last winter, you promised to have a family dinner with us.
I've not forgot, you see. At least three courses.
Excuse me.
Most extraordinary.
We were going to walk in and she was going to say, "Sit down."
So, I feel...
Oh, it's a disaster, isn't it?
It's been...
- Miss Bennet. - Mr Bingley.
I'll just go in and I'll just say it.
Yes, exactly.
I'm glad that's over. Now we can meet as indifferent acquaintances.
Oh, yes.
You cannot think me so weak as to be in danger now.
You are in great danger of making him as much in love with you as ever.
- I'm sorry he came with Mr Darcy. - Don't say that.
Why ever not?
Jane.
- I've been so blind. - What do you mean?
Look, it's him. He's back. He's come again.
I know this is all very untoward,
but I would like to request the privilege of speaking to Miss Bennet.
Alone.
Everybody to the kitchen immediately.
Except you, Jane, dear, of course.
Oh, Mr Bingley, it's so good to see you again so soon.
First, I must tell you I've been the most unmitigated and comprehensive ass.
Kitty, be quiet.
Yes.
A thousand times yes.
Thank the Lord for that. I thought it would never happen.
I am confident they will do well together.
Their tempers are much alike.
They will be cheated assiduously by their servants.
And be so generous with the rest, they will always exceed their income.
Exceed their income? He has 5,000 a year.
I knew she did not be so beautiful for nothing.
"...must be free from all insincerity.
She only can address herself effectually to the feelings of others
whose mind glows with the warmth of sensibility
and whose arguments result from conviction.
She must feel the influence of those passions and emotions
which she wishes to inspire..."
Can you die of happiness?
He was ignorant of my being in town in the spring.
- How did he account for it? - He thought me indifferent.
- Unfathomable. - No doubt poisoned by his sister.
Bravo. That's the most unforgiving speech you've ever made.
Oh, Lizzie, if I could but see you so happy.
If there was such a man for you.
Perhaps Mr Collins has a cousin.
- What is that? - What?
Maybe he's changed his mind.
Coming!
Yes.
Lady Catherine.
The rest of your offspring, I presume?
All but one. The youngest has been lately married, your Ladyship.
My eldest was proposed to only this afternoon.
- You have a very small garden. - Could I offer you a cup of tea?
Absolutely not. I need to speak to Miss Elizabeth Bennet alone.
As a matter of urgency.
You can be at no loss to understand why I am here.
I cannot account for this honour at all.
I warn you, I am not to be trifled with.
A most alarming report has reached me.
That you intend to be united with my nephew, Mr Darcy.
I know this to be a falsehood. Though not wishing to injure him
by supposing it possible, I instantly set off to make my sentiments known.
If you believed it impossible, I wonder that you came so far.
To hear it contradicted.
Your coming will be a confirmation if such a report exists.
lf? You pretend to be ignorant of it?
Has it not been industriously circulated by yourself?
I have never heard of it.
Can you declare there is no foundation for it?
I do not pretend to possess equal frankness with your Ladyship.
You may ask a question which I may choose not to answer.
Has my nephew made you an offer of marriage?
Your Ladyship has declared it to be impossible.
Mr Darcy is engaged to my daughter. Now what have you to say?
If that is the case, you cannot suppose he would make an offer to me.
Selfish girl. This union has been planned since their infancy.
Do you think it can be prevented by a woman of inferior birth
whose own sister's elopement resulted in a scandalously patched-up marriage
only achieved at the expense of your uncle.
Heaven and Earth! Are the shades of Pemberley to be thus polluted?
Tell me once and for all, are you engaged to him?
I am not.
Will you promise never to enter into such an engagement?
I will not and I certainly never shall.
You have insulted me in every possible way
and can now have nothing further to say.
I must ask you to leave immediately.
Goodnight.
I have never been thus treated in my entire life!
- What is going on? - Just a small misunderstanding.
For once in your life, leave me alone!
- I couldn't sleep. - Nor I. My aunt...
Yes, she was here.
How can I ever make amends for such behaviour?
After what you've done for Lydia
and, I suspect, for Jane, it is I who should be making amends.
You must know. Surely you must know it was all for you.
You are too generous to trifle with me.
You spoke with my aunt last night and it has taught me to hope
as I'd scarcely allowed myself before.
If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once.
My affections and wishes have not changed.
But one word from you will silence me for ever.
lf, however, your feelings have changed...
...I would have to tell you,
you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love...
I love... I love you.
I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.
Well, then.
Your hands are cold.
Shut the door, please.
Lizzie, are you out of your senses? I thought you hated the man.
- No, Papa. - He is rich, to be sure.
And you will have more fine carriages than Jane.
But will that make you happy?
Have you no other objection than your belief in my indifference?
None at all.
We all know him to be a proud, unpleasant sort of fellow.
But this would be nothing if you liked him.
I do like him.
I love him.
He's not proud. I was wrong. I was entirely wrong about him.
You don't know him, Papa. If I told you what he was really like,
what he's done...
What has he done?
But she doesn't like him. I thought she didn't like him.
So did I. So did we all.
We must have been wrong.
- It won't be the first time, will it? - No, nor the last, I dare say.
Good Lord.
- I must pay him back. - No.
You mustn't tell anyone. He wouldn't want it.
We misjudged him, Papa. Me more than anyone. In every way.
Not just in this matter.
I've been nonsensical.
But he's been a fool about Jane, about so many other things.
But then, so have I.
You see, he and I are...
He and I are so similar.
We're both so stubborn.
Papa, I...
You really do love him, don't you?
Very much.
I cannot believe that anyone can deserve you.
But it seems I am overruled.
So I heartily give my consent.
I could not have parted with you, my Lizzie, to anyone less worthy.
Thank you.
If any young men come for Mary or Kitty, for heaven's sake, send them in.
I'm quite at my leisure.
How are you this evening, my dear?
Very well.
Only I wish you would not call me 'my dear.'
Why?
'Cause it's what my father always calls my mother
when he's cross about something .
What endearments am I allowed?
Well, let me think.
Lizzie, for everyday.
My pearl, for Sundays .
And Goddess Divine, but only on very special occasions.
And what shall I call you when I'm cross?
Mrs. Darcy?
No. No.
You may only call me Mrs. Darcy
when you are completely
and perfectly, and incandescently happy.
And how are you this evening, Mrs. Darcy?
Mrs. Darcy.