Miss Elizabeth.

I have struggled in vain and can bear it no longer.

These past months have been a torment.
I came to Rosings for the single object of seeing you. I had 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. Believe me, it was unconsciously done.

Is this your reply?

Yes, sir.

Are you laughing at me?


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 endeavor of civility I am thus repulsed?

I might as well inquire why with such evident a design of insulting me you chose to tell me that you liked me against your better judgement?

No, believe me…

If I was uncivil, then that is some excuse. But you know I have other reasons. You know I have!

What reasons?

Do you think anything might tempt me to accept the man who has ruined, perhaps forver,the happiness of a most beloved sister?

Do you deny it Mr Darcy: that you separated a young couple who loved each other, exposing your friend to center of the world for caprice and my sister to derision for disappointed hopes, and involving them both in misery of the acutest kind?

I do not deny it.

How could you do it?

Because I believed your sister indifferent to him.


I watched them both carefully and realised his attachment
was deeper than hers.

That’s because she’s shy!

Bingley is modest and was persuaded she didn’t feel strongly.

Because you suggested it!

I did it for his own good.

My sister hardly shows her true feelings to me.

I suppose that you suspect that his.. his fortune had some bearing?

No! I wouldn’t do your sister the dishonour. Though it was suggested…

What was?

It was made perfectly clear that an advantageous marriage…

Did my sister give that impression?


No. There was, however, I have to admit, the matter of your family…

Our want of connection? Mr Bingley didn’t seem to mention about that…

No, it was more than that.

How, sir?

It was the lack of propriety shown by your mother, younger sisters and, even on occasion, your father.

Forgive me. You and your sister I must exclude in this.

And what about Mr Wickham?

Mr Wickham?

What excuse can you give for your behaviour towards him?

You’ve take an eager interest in that gentleman

He told me of his misfortunes.

Oh, yes, his misfortunes have been great indeed.

You ruined his chances and yet you treat him with sarcasm.

So this is your opinion of me?

Thank you for explaining so fully. Perhaps these offences might have been overlooked had not your pride been hurt by my honesty by admitting scruples in our relationship.

Could you expect me to rejoice in the inferiority of your circumstances?

And those are the words of a gentleman?

From the first moment I met you your arrogance and conceit, your selfish disdain for the feelings of others made me realise that you were the last man
in the world I could ever be prevailed upon to marry.

Forgive me, madam, for taking up so much of your time.