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Either the shell-pink gauze of muslin
or the thick gaberdine
would be most becoming to your daughter, Mrs. Bennet.
Now, let me see.
Yes. Yes. The pink suits you, Jane.
And, now, we'll see whether
the blue is becoming to you, Lizzie.
Stand up dear.
Several young ladies have bought new gowns for the Assembly Ball.
But, none will be more modish than this muslin, Madame.
Isn't it soften when it's worn?
Mine is, Mama. It's been worn for three years.
Ah, our fashion decrees muslin this season, Madame.
That should be good enough for us, shouldn't it, Jane?
Yes.
Then, the pink for Miss Jane and blue for Miss Elizabeth.
I know exactly how I want mine cut.
I shall look very worldly.
How shall I look?
Adorable, my love. As always!
Oh, Lizzie!
Uh-hmm.
Oh, Mr. Beck! Mr. Beck! Look!
Lacks-a-daisy! What's the commotion?
Just look at that carriage, my darling!
And those exquisite young men!
They must have come straight from Court!
Oh, look! They're getting out.
Have you heard any of neighbours say
if they're expecting visitors?
No, Mama. Who do you suppose
would be entertaining people of fashion like these?
Mr. Beck, ah, send old Flynn
and find out if they're stopping in the vicinity.
Ah, ah, slyly, of course.
The hustler will tell us.
Lah, here comes Aunt Philips as if something were after her!
Lacks-a-daisy! My sister has lost all sense of decorum!
Aunt Philips!
Oh! Why such haste?
Oh! You're out of breath.
I saw your carriage outside.
My dear, such news! Did you see them?
Of course, we saw them. Who are they, Sister?
They're the new tenants of Netherfield Park.
Netherfield Park is let, at last!
And to a young man of importance! His name is Bingley.
Is the young woman Mrs. Bingley?
No, dear. That's the pleasantest part of it.
She's his sister!
She's his sister, Lizzie.
Who's the other gentleman, Aunt Philips?
Oh, I don't know. Some friend, I suppose.
Oh! But, let me tell you about Mr. Bingley.
He's very rich!
He has five thousand pounds a year.
Five thousand pounds and unmarried!
That's the most heartening piece of news
since the Battle of Waterloo!
You couldn't see how handsome and elegant he is!
Excuse me, Madame.
The second gentleman's name is Darcy.
The two carriages and the dogs are his.
The chaise belongs to Mr. Bingley.
Two carriages and - one, two, three,
four, five, - six liveried servants!
My word! This Mr. Darcy must also be rich!
I wonder if - he's married?
Oh! Mrs. Bennet! I thought we'd find you here.
Good morning, Mrs. Philips. Elizabeth. Jane.
I just had to come in and tell you the news!
Dear Lady Lucas, you don't mean
about the new tenants of Netherfield?
Ye-! Oh! You've heard it already.
Yes, dear.
Mr. Bingley has five thousand pounds a year.
Who is this Mr. Darcy?
He's Mr. Bingley's guest. They're inseparable friends.
He's one of the Darcys of Pembley.
Oh! Mr. Darcy of Pembley! Is that all you know about him?
Wha-! Oh! You mean, is he married?
No, dear, no. He isn't married.
And, he's even richer than Mr. Bingley.
The Pembley estates and all
are worth a clear ten thousand a year.
Ten thou-! Isn't it fortunate
to have two eligible young men coming to the neighborhood?
Perhaps one of them will fall in love with your Charlotte.
Oh! Not if he sees Jane or Lizzie first!
You may not have beauty, my lamb, but, you have character.
And, some men prefer it.
How true, Lady Lucas.
That's why girls who have both are doubly fortunate.
Come, my dears.
The dressmaker will call for the muslin, Mr. Beck.
Come for chaise, Mama?
Ssshhh.
Good morning, Lady Lucas.
Oh! Good morning, Mrs. Bennet.
We shall meet at the Assembly Ball, of course.
Yes, indeed.
Goodbye, Sister. Oh! You mustn't leave Lady Lucas.
Tell Mr. Beck to show you that exquisite piece of flower damask.
Goodbye!
Goodbye.
Goodbye, Lady Lucas.
Goodbye, Lizzie.
Come over to Longbourn, Charlotte.
Mama!
Heaven only knows where your sisters are!
We must get home at once!
But, Mama, why?
Your father must call on
Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy this very afternoon.
If he doesn't, the Lucases will.
That's what it looks like.
But the damask, milady.
Oh, we'll choose the material some other time, Mr. Beck.
Come, Charlotte.
Hurry, my dear!
Where are those girls?
Whenever I want them, I never can find them.
There's Mary, Mama.
Oh! Mary! Mary!
Isn't that just like the girl!
Ah, ah, Mary!
Mary!
Oh!
Look, Mama! I have just purchased
Burke's essay on the sublime and beautiful!
You and your books!
No wonder you're compelled to wear disfiguring glasses!
Oh! Where are Kitty and Lydia?
Look for an Officer in a red coat and you'll find them.
Ah, yes, the Officers! Come girls!
Is that the way you'll treat a wife, Mr. Wickham?
More likely to be the way she will treat me, Miss Lydia.
Mama, there they are.
Where?
There. Look.
Kitty, there's Mama.
Kitty! Lydia! Come here!
Those two are getting sillier and sillier over Officers.
I don't know why you permit it, Mama.
I had a weakness for the military myself when I was young.
Oh, Mama! Do we have to go home so soon?
We just met the most fascinating new Officer!
A Mr. Wickham. He's just joined the Black Shoes.
He's charming!
Yes, I suppose he's very delightful!
Oh, dear! Where is that coachman?
Where is Jennings?
Oh, there he is! Now, come along, girls!
Don't dawdle!
Stay where you are, Jennings!
Stay where you are! We don't have time to lose!
Look, Mama! Lady Lucas's carriage!
Pass them, Batings! Pass them!
Overtake them, Jennings! Overtake them!
That's it, Jennings! That's it!
That will teach her a lesson!
Keep on going, Jennings!
I must tell your Papa about the visit!
There's no time to lose!
Ah, go to the drawing room, girls.
Matthews, could you help polish the chaise.
Mr. Bennet! Mr. Bennet!
Mr. Bennet!
Yes, my dear?
Mr. Bennet! Netherfield Park has been let at last!
Uh-hmm.
Did you hear me?
Netherfield Park has been let at last!
Indeed, Mrs. Bennet?
Well, don't you want to hear who's taken it?
Well, if you want to tell me,
I have no objection to hearing it.
Mr. Bingley is his name.
And it seems he's a young man of large fortune!
And he's single, my dear! Think of it!
What a fine thing for our girls!
Is it?
Mr. Bennet, you know perfectly well what I mean.
I am thinking of his marrying one of our daughters.
Oh! Is that his design in settling here?
How can you talk so, Mr. Bennet? This is a serious matter!
You must go and visit him at once!
You and the girls go.
Or, better still, send the girls by themselves.
But you're as handsome as any of them.
And Mr. Bingley may like you best of all!
Well, my dear, you flatter me.
When a woman has five grown-up daughters,
she ought to give over thinking of her own beauty.
Well, in most such cases,
a woman hasn't much beauty to think of, my dear.
Now, seriously, Mr. Bennet, you must go and see Mr. Bingley!
If you don't, Sir William and Lady Lucas
will get there before us!
You should have seen her galloping her horses
to beat me from the village just now.
Did she win?
Hah! Indeed, she did not!
But, she'd stop at nothing
to get Mr. Bingley interested in her Charlotte.
Well, I'll tell you what I'll do, my dear.
I'll write to assure him of my hearty consent
to his marrying whichever he chooses of the girls.
Though I must saw in a good word for my Lizzie.
Elizabeth is not one wit better than the others.
But you always give her the preference!
Oh! They're all silly and ignorant like most girls.
Ahh!
But Lizzie has some glimmering of success.
Mr. Bennet! How could you
abuse your own children in such a way?
You think of ways of vexing me!
You've no compassion!
And, my poor nerves!
Oh! You mistake me, my dear.
I have the highest respect for your nerves.
I have heard you mention them with consideration
for the last twenty years.
How can you be so resigned to your daughters
growing up to be penniless old maids?
Leaving everything to that cousin of yours!
That - that odious Mr. Collins!
Mrs. Bennet, for the thousandth time!
This estate was entailed when I inherited it.
It must, by law, go to a male heir.
A male heir, Mrs. Bennet!
And, it's possible you remember, we have no son!
All the more reason why you should take some responsibility
by getting husbands for them!
No! You escape into your intelligible books!
And leave everything to me!
Look at them! Five of them without dowries!
What's to become of them?
Yes, what is to become of the wretched creatures?
Perhaps we should have drowned some of them at birth.
Mr. Bennet!
I'm glad you didn't drown me, Papa!
It's much too nice just being alive!
Even if I never have a husband.
Well, I hope Mr. Bingley likes the hat.
We are not in the way of knowing what Mr. Bingley likes
since we're not to meet him!
Mary, stop playing!
Don't keep on coughing, Kitty! Good heavens!
Have a little compassion on my poor nerves!
Well, Kitty has no discretion in her cough.
She times them ill.
I don't cough for my own amusement, Mama.
Mama, why aren't we to meet Mr. Bingley?
Don't speak about Mr. Bingley! I'm sick of him!
Eh? Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, my dear.
If I'd known that you'll feel like this,
I shouldn't have gone out of my way
to make his acquaintance last week.
Oh! Oh! It's very unlucky!
I even gave him tickets to the Assembly Ball.
And I believe, he intends to make himself known to you there.
Mr. Bennet, you could be wicked and bold at times!
Since he signed his lease at Netherfield, my dear.
Ohh!
Did you tell him that you had five daughters, Papa?
Well, I told him
if he ran into five of the silliest girls in England,
they would be my daughters.
Do you suppose the tenants at Netherfield are not coming?
Very discourteous if they don't
considering Mr. Bennet gave them tickets.
Don't you think we dance beautifully together, Mr. Wickham?
I suspect you dance beautifully with anyone, Miss Lydia.
And I know I do.
Tell me, who is the lovely creature in the blue dress?
That lovely creature is my sister, Elizabeth.
Ahh! Then, I'm in luck!
Please present me when the dance is over.
Lizzie! This is Mr. Wickham. He wants to meet you.
He thinks you're a lovely creature.
Someday, I'll tell you what sort of a creature you are.
After that introduction,
I hardly know how to begin, Miss Elizabeth.
Shall I offer a remark on the weather?
If you can make it fit for a young lady's ears.
You are right. The weather is too dangerous a subject.
To be quite safe,
I shall ask you how you like it here in Meryton.
Ahh! That's anything but safe!
I'm just discovering that I like it prodigiously!
I hope you'll ask me
when I began to like it so prodigiously, Miss Elizabeth.
I will.
When did you?
Ahh...
The moment I saw you.
Very pretty, sir.
Shall I tell you what I thought the moment I saw you?
Only if it's pleasant!
Oh, it is! I thought...
You were going to say, Miss Elizabeth?
Oh, yes! I'm sorry, I forget!
Ladies and gentlemen,
Miss Bingley, Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy!
This is indeed an honor!
Very distinguished!
Ah, Kitty, Kitty! Your dress is too de... (French).
Put it up a little.
Lydia! Lydia, there's perspiration on your nose.
Don't look so hot. It's very unladylike.
Oh, Jane. Jane, dear.
Yes, Mama?
Of course, you are quite perfect, my dear!
Lizzie, Lizzie! Do try to make a good impression.
You can be so appealing when you want to be!
Oh, ah, Mary.
Try to sparkle a little.
Just a little!
A waltz, Mr. Darcy.
Yes.
How modern.
Yes indeed.
Shall we have our dance now?
It's a pleasure.
Oh! What a handsome young man Mr. Darcy is!
And so rich, too!
His mother was a daughter of the Marquis of Scarlingford.
Did you hear that, Jane? The Marquis of Scarlingford?
And doesn't he know it!
I like Mr. Bingley better. Mr. Darcy is so so supercilious.
My goodness! He does have an air about him.
Pray, Sir William! Who is that uncommonly handsome girl?
Who?
Over there, next to the pillar.
Oh, ah, that's Miss Bennet.
This is our dance, Miss Elizabeth.
Mrs. Bennet, may I present Mr. Bingley?
Mrs. Bennet. Mrs. Philips.
Miss Jane Bennet. Miss Mary Bennet.
Mr. Bingley, we're all so delighted
that you've taken Netherfield.
Having it standing empty was a lost to the whole neighborhood.
Like an oyster shell without an oyster in it.
Well, here is the oyster, Madame.
But, if I may be permitted to say so,
it is you who have the pearl!
Charming! Charming!
Oh, ah, Jane dear, why don't you say something to Mr. Bingley?
Good evening, sir.
May I have the honor of this dance, Miss Bennet?
A pleasure.
Think of having a daughter happily settled at Netherfield.
She'll be pricing wedding garments tomorrow.
Mind your manners! Stop scratching yourself!
Yes, Mama.
Well! Is Miss Bingley engaged to Mr. Darcy?
If she is, she ought to break it.
Why?
No man can be in love and look so bored!
Did you ever see such people, Mr. Darcy?
Really! I think my brother ought to apologize
for bringing us to a place like this!
He is so dreadful and undiscriminating.
He seems to be able to enjoy himself in any society.
I'm not surprised that he is
able to enjoy himself in that society.
You know, Miss Bennet, you've done a very extraordinary thing.
What?
You have talked to me about all your friends in Meryton
without saying one malicious word.
Oh, but, they are all such agreeable people.
They're kind and pleasant.
That never prevented anyone from talking maliciously.
Ohh!
To your health! Your health!
Now here you and Kitty down in one gulp!
Don't giggle! Now raise your hands!
Oh, look at that. Let's go!
Yes!
My goodness! What a hullabaloo!
Well, they're only young ones!
That odious Mr. Darcy!
Looking down his nose at everybody!
Does he think he is too good for us?
Come, Sister darling!
Isn't that delightful?
Your liking riding as much as I do!
Yes.
I hope we may be able to ride together sometimes.
That will be nice.
Oh, Caroline!
Miss Jane, will you take
a little stroll about the room with me?
With pleasure!
Oh, no, Charles! You were not invited.
I have a thousand things I want to ask Miss Jane.
You know, I've a feeling about Mr. Bingley and Jane.
I really have.
Look! Look, Sister!
Miss Bingley is being excessively gracious to Jane.
What did I tell you? It's a sure sign!
You must come over to Netherfield one day.
I should be so bored.
What?
Oh, you know! We're new out here in the wilderness.
We will arrange it, shall we? Very soon?
That will be delightful!
Oh! This is better than brazening it out in the open.
Don't tell me we haven't any partners here.
Oh, why is England cursed with so many more women than men?
Darcy!
Come! I hate to see you stalking
about by yourself in a stupid manner.
Why don't you dance?
With whom?
Your sister is engaged
and there isn't another woman in the room
that it wouldn't be a punishment for me to stand up with.
But the place is full of pretty girls!
I have noticed only one and you seemed to have monopolised her.
Yes, isn't she lovely?
But, there's that sister of hers, Miss Elizabeth.
They say she has quite a lively wit.
Ugh! A provincial young lady with a lively wit.
Heaven preserve us!
And, there's that mother of hers.
It's not the mother you have to dance with, Darcy.
It's the daughter. She's charming.
Yes. She looks tolerable enough.
But I'm in no humor tonight
to be of consequence to the middle classes at play.
What a charming man!
Of all the arrogant, detestable snobs!
Oh, but, Lizzie, he didn't know you were listening.
What difference does that make?
He would have said just the same as he had.
Oh, she looks tolerable enough!
But I'm in no humor tonight
to be of consequence to the middle classes at play.
To think how we badgered poor Papa to get him here!
Oh, I could!
Oh! Praise heavens!
I have this dance engaged with Col. Stubbs.
He's never learned the steps but he likes the exercise.
And, it gets me away from the wall.
But, as I was saying,
I was about to ask you, Sir William,
if you would do me the kindness to introduce me to Miss Bennet.
Oh, certainly.
Dancing is a charming amusement for young people.
In my opinion, it's one of the
first refinements of a polite society.
It has the added advantage, sir,
of being one of the first refinements of savages.
Every huttentot can dance.
Oh, yes. Quite true.
So, Miss Elizabeth, may I have the honor to present Mr. Darcy?
He's eager to invite you to dance.
Now that you had been forewarned
of my eagerness to dance with you,
may I hope that you will do me the honor?
I'm afraid that the honor of standing up with you, Mr. Darcy,
is more than I can bear. Pray, excuse me.
Am I to understand that you
do not wish to dance with me, Miss Bennet?
Sir, I'm begging to be excused.
The loss is mine, I'm sure.
Well, you, perhaps, know best about that, sir.
Miss Elizabeth, if you're not engaged,
will you honor me with the next dance?
I shall be very happy to dance with you!
Oh! This is Mr. Wickham, Mr. Darcy.
Mr. Darcy and I have met before.
We have, indeed.
The man must be mad.
Mad? You're too charitable, Miss Elizabeth.
If you're better acquainted, you would see in him another man.
Have you known him a long time?
Yes, since childhood.
But, as you saw, we're not on friendly terms.
Without knowing anything about it,
I'm on your side.
Thank you, Miss Elizabeth!
You see, my father was the steward at the Darcy estates.
Young Darcy and I grew up together almost like brothers.
I mustn't trust myself on that subject.
After what Darcy has done to me, I - I wouldn't be a fair judge.
Ahh! Polka mazoorka!
I didn't expect to find Meryton abreast with the new fashion!
You underrate us, Mr. Wickham.
Meryton is abreast with everything.
Everything except insolence and bad manners.
Those London fashions we do not admire.
Things are working out exactly
as I hoped the first minute I set eyes on Mr. Bingley.
What's this about Mr. Bingley?
I'm dining with him and his sister, Papa.
This is the day!
A great and fateful day.
Mama, do you suppose they'll have turtle soup for dinner?
They're so frightfully rich!
No, dear. You can't expect turtle soup
until your engagement is actually announced!
Now, Jane, don't forget what I told you.
Don't be too distant with him,
and, be sure to laugh when he makes a joke.
Yes, even if it's a bad one.
Especially if it's a bad one.
And, dear, try to sit where he can see you in profile.
You know, dear, although I say I shouldn't,
you have the loveliest profile in all Hamphshire.
Mama.
Oh! And, Jane, if Mr. Bingley
should suggest a stroll before dinner, don't refuse.
For instance, they just delightfully secluded walks
in those shrubberies around that field.
Yes, Mama.
There won't be much strolling today, Mama.
Oh, dear me! I'm afraid you're right!
Oh! And I had such hopes for those shrubberies!
Get out, Jane! Get out, dear! Come on!
I'm seated, Mama! I want to go!
Who said you weren't going?
Get out there and change your clothes immediately!
Ah, take the carriage back to the stables, Jennings!
And, tell the boy to saddle Miss Jane's horse.
Oh! But, Mama, you can't send Jane out on horseback.
It's going to rain and she'll catch cold.
Oh, fiddlesticks!
People don't catch cold from a few drops of water!
Besides, if it rains,
she won't be able to ride home after dinner.
They'll have to keep her all night!
You know dinners and a thing
like that weather lead to engagements.
Your dear father and I became engaged in a thunderstorm.
You'll be confined here for at least a week, Miss Bennet.
A week!
I hope your mother won't be too much upset!
Oh! No! Mother will be deli-!
I mean, she'll be grateful having such good friends.
Oh!
Now, Jane, turn this way.
This way.
Now, open your mouth.
Say, "Aahh".
Aahh.
Once more.
Aahh.
The epidermis seems to have lost its siderotic activity.
I detect distinct symptoms of pyrexia.
Oh! Is that bad, Dr. Mackintosh?
He just means you're rather feverish, Miss Jane.
Oh!
There is also acute coryza of the nasal cavities
accompanied by local inflammation of the larynx.
Not to mention some pulmonary congestion,
and, neuralgic pains in the temporal region.
In other words, Miss Jane,
you have a bad cold and a headache.
What do you want us to do, Doctor?
I would advise the immediate application of a sinepism.
A sidepicip?
A massive plaster.
There seems to be someone coming up the drive.
It would appear to be one of your sisters. Miss Elizabeth.
Well, then, I'll go down and meet her.
Come in, Miss Elizabeth.
Oh! How do you do, Mr. Bingley? We got Jane's note this morning.
She'll be so happy to see you.
Thank you.
Ah, this way, Miss Elizabeth.
Please forgive me, Miss Bingley.
I'm afraid it's a great intrusion.
My uneasiness about my sister must be my excuse.
It's just a little cold, that's all.
Ah, but, Dr. Mackintosh says there's some fever.
It doesn't amount to anything. Nothing to get agitated about.
I thought I heard your voice, Miss Elizabeth.
Have you come to visit your sister?
And, she seems actually to have walked.
The horses were needed at the farm.
I had no alternative.
Oh, you didn't come alone, I hope.
All alone.
But how shocking! Don't you think so, Mr. Darcy?
Is it shocking for a young lady to be concerned about her sister?
But to have come all this way unaccompanied!
And, on foot!
Mr. Bingley, would it be possible for me to see Jane?
At once! I'll take you up myself!
Papa, listen to Mary!
I can't help listening, my dear.
Will you be quiet?!
Mama, the sun is shining! May I go to the village?
Uhm!
May I go, too, Mama?
Well, I suppose so.
Oh! Stop that caterwauling!
Has anybody heard how Jane is this morning?
Eh, Mr. Bingley sent a note over by his groom.
She's much better.
Such a happy idea of mine, sending her off in the rain!
Yes, but, then, Jane must have all the credit
for having caught the cold, my dear.
How much longer are Elizabeth and Jane
going to stay at Netherfield?
Well! We're hoping
Elizabeth can manage to catch a cold of her own,
and, stay long enough to get engaged to Mr. Darcy!
Then, if a good snowstorm could be arranged,
we'd send Kitty over.
And, if a young man should happen to be in the house,
a young man who likes singing, of course,
who can discuss philosophy, Mary could go.
Then, if a dashing young soldier
in a handsome uniform should appear for Lydia,
everything would be perfect, my dear!
Just a little marmalade, please, Kitty, girl.
That's twenty-and-ten for the game.
I have two-and-twenty on me.
Oh! Miss Eliza, is your patient asleep?
Is she better, Miss Elizabeth?
Yes, her fever is quite gone.
I'm so glad! Ah, will you join us in a game of cards?
No, thank you. Please continue with whatever you were playing.
I'd enjoy looking at some of your books, if I may.
Miss Eliza is a great reader, I'm sure.
And has no pleasure in anything so frivolous as cards.
Is that true, Miss Elizabeth?
Not at all. I'm not a great reader
and I have pleasure in many frivolous things.
Thank you.
I'm sure you have pleasure in nursing your sister.
And, I hope it will soon be increased
by seeing her quite well.
Thank you. I think she may be taken home tomorrow.
Oh! Not so soon!
I'm afraid so.
You see, my mother is expecting a visit from our Cousin Collins
whom none of us has ever seen.
Well, naturally, you're curious to see her.
My Cousin Collins is a man.
But, we are curious to see him. Naturally.
Miss Jane mustn't go out until the doctor advises it.
Cousin or no cousin.
There are others in the library if you care for none of these.
This will suit me perfectly. Thank you.
What a delightful library you have at Pembley, Mr. Darcy!
It ought to be good.
It's the work of many generations.
Shall we continue, Darcy?
You and Miss Bingley play.
I really must finish my letter to my sister.
How I long to see your sister again, Mr. Darcy!
I've never met anyone who delighted me so much.
Such a countenance! Such manners!
And so extremely accomplished for one of her age!
It's amazing to me
how young ladies can have the patience
to be so accomplished as they all are.
All young ladies are not accomplished, Charles.
All I know are.
Aren't all you know accomplished, Darcy?
I can't boast of knowing
more than half a dozen who are really so.
Nor I! What do you think, Miss Eliza?
I think that you and Mr. Darcy must comprehend a great deal
in your idea of the accomplished woman.
I do.
Oh, certainly! No one can really be esteemed accomplished,
unless, you have a thorough knowledge
of music, singing, dancing, and, the modern languages.
Besides, she must also possess a certain something
in the tone of her voice,
in her address, in her expressions,
as well as, in her figure and carriage.
To which you must add something more substantial
in the improvement of her mind by extensive reading.
I'm no longer surprised that you know only six accomplished women.
I've wondered your knowing any!
Caroline, are we to discuss this subject further?
Or shall we play piquet?
Oh, I don't wish to play cards, Charles.
I think I'd prefer a book, too.
After all, there's no enjoyment like reading.
I'll play with you, Mr. Bingley.
You cut.
Do you like dancing, Miss Elizabeth?
Love it!
As soon as your sister has fully recovered,
I shall give a ball.
Oh! That's a delightful idea!
Pray tell your sister that I'm delighted
to hear of her grogress in music.
And let her know that I'm quite in raptures
with her beautiful design for a table.
Will you allow me to defer your raptures to her again?
I really haven't room to do them justice.
It's of rare consequence. I shall see her soon.
I'm hungry. May I get you some food, Miss Elizabeth?
No, thank you.
Miss Eliza, let me persuade you
to join me in taking a turn about the room.
You'll find it very refreshing after sitting for so long.
With pleasure!
Mr. Darcy, will you join us?
Ah, no, thank you.
I can imagine only two motives for your walking with,
either of which my joining you would interfere.
What does he mean by that, Miss Elizabeth?
If I read his character correctly,
he means to be severe upon us.
And the best way of disappointing him is not to ask.
I'm not sure that your character reading
is too brilliant, Miss Elizabeth.
Anyway, I must know.
Pray explain what the two motives might be, Mr. Darcy.
I've not the smallest objection to explaining.
Either you have secret affairs to discuss,
or, you are conscious that your figures show
to the greatest advantage while walking.
In the first place, I should be completely in your way.
And, in the second,
I can admire you much better from where I am.
Perfectly abominable!
What shall we do to punish him, Miss Eliza?
As you know him so well,
I shall leave his punishment to you.
I must go up and see Jane. Good night.
Why disclaim punishment, Miss Elizabeth,
when you deliberately inflict it by leaving us so soon?
If my departure is any punishment, Mr. Darcy,
you are quite right.
My character reading is not too brilliant.
Good night, sir.
Charming, my dear! Charming! But, ah, that will do!
Eh, Mary. Mary! That's quite enough, dear.
I'm so glad I went to fetch Jane myself.
If only to see the look in Mr. Bingley's eyes
when he assisted her into the carriage.
Oh, Jane dear! There you are!
Oh, Jane!
Are you feeling better, dearest?
Oh! Much better!
Jane dear, I was talking about dear Mr. Bingley.
What a charming son-in-law he will be!
But, he hasn't proposed yet, has he, Mama?
He will! I told him some things about Jane before I left.
Mama!
Only that you have the loveliest disposition in the world!
And, I let drop the fact
that you had declined any number of marriage proposals.
Oh, Mama, you didn't!
Of course, I did! Didn't I, Lizzie?
I'm afraid you did, Mama.
And I set that arrogant Mr. Darcy down, too, before I left!
Did you hear what I said to him, Lizzie?
Yes. I heard only too clearly.
Oh, ah, Matthews, is dinner ready?
Yes, milady.
Good! I'm starving!
So am I! How long do we have to wait
for this Collins person?
Matthews, go upstairs and tell Mr. Collins
we're waiting dinner for him!
Very well, Madame.
Insufferable creature!
After all, Mama, it isn't his fault
that he is to inherit the estate someday.
To think we have to feed the man
who is waiting to snatch the bread out of our mouths!
Scheming to rob us of everything we have
the moment your poor dear father is dead!
Ahem. I sometimes think, my dear,
that you've taken
an unnecessarily gloomy view about my future.
Well, Papa, tell us what he is really like.
Well, from the little I saw of him
between the front door and his bedroom,
I should say that he was an uncommonly fine specimen.
Here he comes!
I have heard much, Madame,
of the charm and beauty of your daughters.
Madame, I have heard much about the charm and beau-!
Oh, heavens! What a pudding face!
Perhaps he has beauties of character.
Yes, perhaps, my dear. But, we shall see.
I trust I haven't kept you waiting, sir.
Not at all, sir. Not at all.
And now, let me present you to Mrs. Bennet and my daughters.
Mrs. Bennet, my dear, Mr. Collins.
How do you do, Mr. Collins?
I trust your journey was not too fatiguing.
Oh, Madame, the fatigues of the journey
have been melted away
by the warmth of your gracious hospitality.
Uhm, my daughters, Mr. Collins. This is Jane.
This is indeed a privilege.
Kitty.
Another privilege.
Lydia, our youngest.
Mary.
And Elizabeth.
I'm quite overpowered.
Madame, I have heard much of the charm
and beauty of your daughters.
May I say that their fame falls far short of the reality?
Unfortunately, looks
aren't the only things that count, Mr. Collins.
Even a beautiful girl must have money.
And, things are settled so very ugly in this family.
Ah, quite so, Madame.
Well, speaking of beauty, it might interest you to know
that my taste in it was formed by the expert opinion
of my distinguished patroness, Lady Catherine de Bourgh.
Uh-hmm, Mr. Collins, would you tell us something
about your distinguished patroness?
Oh, Lady Catherine!
Never in my life, sir, have I witnessed
such behavior in a person of the rank.
Such affability and - condescension!
You surprise me, sir!
I had heard of Lady Catherine -
as a very proud and haughty woman!
Such is the vulgar opinion, sir!
But, I can assure you,
although I act as her Ladyship's librarian,
she has always spoken to me as she would to any other gentleman.
Not really!
And, now, let me give you a further instance
of her Ladyship's extraordinary condescension.
She advised me to marry as soon as I could,
and, actually promised to call upon my wife!
Provided, of course, I choose with discretion.
Oh! Do explain yourself, Mr. Collins.
As you all well know,
when a certain melancholic event occurs,
I shall be the involuntary means of disinheriting your daughters.
I have long felt it my duty
to make such reparation as within my power.
I quite understand, Mr. Collins!
Unfortunately, I cannot make amends to more than one.
The difficulty now is, ah, one of, ah, choice.
I think, perhaps, Miss Jane.
I'm sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Collins,
but, Jane is practically engaged.
We are expecting a proposal any moment now.
Well, then, ah, Miss Elizabeth.
That is, if there is no prior claim.
Oh, none! Ah, none that we know of.
Dinner is served, Madame.
And, now, my dear Mr. Collins,
shall we adjourn to the dining room?
Pray taste the cold punch, Mr. Darcy,
and, see if it's properly blended.
Excellent!
Have it served at once, Roberts.
Very well, Madame.
Entertaining the rustics is not as difficult as I feared.
Any simple childish games seems to amuse them excessively.
Stop swinging! I'm going to fall!
You are not going to fall, dummy!
Miss Elizabeth!
Miss Elizabeth! Miss Elizabeth!
Well, sir! Sir! I beg your pardon, sir!
Do you - do you happen to know Miss Elizabeth Bennet, sir?
I do, sir.
Has she - has she passed this way, may I ask?
No, sir. She has not passed this spot.
I suggest that you try the other side of the lake, sir.
I'm obliged to you, sir.
All clear.
Thank you, Mr. Darcy.
You saved me from one of the most
dangerous bores in the country.
If the dragon returns, then,
George will know how to deal with him.
Meanwhile, what do you say to a little target practice?
Very well.
Are you a good shot with the bow and arrow, Mr. Darcy?
Tolerable.
Only - tolerable?
Well, it's a fine old sport.
And one in which even a young lady can become proficient.
So I heard.
At a short range, of course. And, with a light bow.
Hmm! What a bad shot!
On the contrary, well done!
Well, it might have been worse. Now, it's your turn.
Now, the bow - in the left hand. Ah! This way.
So... the arrow goes like this.
Now, these three fingers - one, two, three.
Now, the left arm, straight. Straight, straight, straight.
Now, turn sideways toward the target.
Aim the bull's eye.
Yes, that's right.
Bull's eye.
And, another bull's eye.
Next time I talk to a young lady about archery,
I wouldn't be so patronizing.
Yes! Thank you for the lesson.
Thank you for taking it so well.
Most men would be offended. And, rightly.
Would you mind telling me, Miss Bennet,
why you are so determined to offend me?
Is that possible, Mr. Darcy?
I thought you were invulnerable!
You always look so - impassive.
Perhaps you don't laugh enough.
You may be right.
But, you haven't answered my question.
Mr. Darcy, you promised to give me a lesson with the darts.
I give no more instructions to young ladies.
They're apt to give instructions to me.
What do you say, Miss Bingley?
Miss Elizabeth thinks I do not laugh enough.
I should be sorry to see you laugh more than you do.
To me, there's something so unrefined
about excessive laughter.
Oh! If you want to be really refined, you have to be dead.
There's no one as dignified as a mummy.
And, now, may I ask you a question, Mr. Darcy?
By all means!
What would you think of a man
who had everything the world has to offer?
Birth, breeding, wealth, - good looks.
Even charm, when he chose to exercise it.
What would be your opinion of a man of such gifts -
who refused to accept an introduction to another man
who was poor and of no consequence?
I shall reserve my opinion
until I knew the circumstances of that particular case.
Do you suppose the gentleman
will reveal those circumstances if he were asked?
No. A gentleman does not have to explain his action.
He expects people to give him credit
for being a man of honor and integrity.
And, now, if you will excuse me, I will retrieve the arrows.
Miss Eliza! May I warn you as a friend
not to take George Wickham too seriously.
Oh! You knew I referred to Mr. Wickham.
Of course! I know that
he goes about saying that he's been ill-used by Mr. Darcy.
While I'm ignorant of the particulars,
I know that what he says is not true.
How clever of you, my dear Miss Bingley,
to know something of which you are ignorant.
I've always found George Wickham
to be a man of absolutely no principle.
But, there! What can you expect of one of his low descent?
I will tell you exactly of what I expect.
Kindness. Honor. Generosity. Truthfulness.
And, I might add that
I expect precisely the same from persons of high descent.
Oh, Mr. Darcy, Miss Bingley is eager for her lessons.
I hope you will enjoy it, Miss Bingley.
And, that you will learn
to direct your dart with greater accuracy.
Such insolence and bad manners!
Pray, what do you think of her now, Mr. Darcy?
I think she handles a bow and arrow superbly.
Flow gently
Sweet aspen
Among thy green vale
Flow gently
I'll sing thee
Your song in thy praise
My Mary is asleep
By thy murmuring stream
Flow gently
Sweet after
Disturb not her dream.
That stub-bob whose echo
Resounds from the hill
Hear ye wild wind
Sleek black bird
In yonder thorny dale.
Oh! Green prairie stare laughing
Thy screaming forebear
I charge you
This sterling morn
My slumbering fair.
Charming, Miss Mary! Charming!
Would you favor us with another selection?
Well, if you really insist!
Papa, you must make her stop!
Alright, dear. Sshhh!
Very good, Mary dear! Very good!
But, Papa! This is another song!
Eh?! Oh! Never mind, my dear.
You've delighted us quite long enough.
Give the other young ladies
a chance to make exhibitions of themselves.
Oh, Miss Elizabeth, allow me to congratulate you.
On what?
On your family, of course.
A talented young singer.
A cousin distinguished for his wit and learning.
Two young sisters who're the toast of the Officers' Mess.
A mother who is a most interesting conversationalist.
To say nothing of your own dexterity with a bow and arrow.
Such an interesting accomplished family.
Miss Elizabeth, I'm afraid
something has happened to disturb you.
Nothing at all, thank you.
Are you sure there is nothing I can do?
You could leave me to make a fool of myself alone,
if you don't mind.
It's hard to imagine you making a fool of yourself.
Well, I do frequently!
Isn't that what I was doing this afternoon?
I'd rather admire what you did this afternoon, Miss Elizabeth.
The resentment of what you believed
to be an injustice showed courage and loyalty.
I could wish that I might possess a friend
who'd defend me as ably as Mr. Wickham was defended today.
You're very puzzling, Mr. Darcy.
At this moment, it's difficult to believe that you're so proud.
At this moment, it's difficult to believe
that you are so prejudiced.
Shall we not call quits and start again?
Oh, Lizzie, Mr. Bingley
is going to arrange a highland rill for us!
Come along!
Yes. Please do.
Shall we?
I must insist that you look at Jane and Mr. Bingley!
The dear boy makes no secret of his admiration.
And which she was ill and healed
at Netherfield completed the conquest.
I knew it would.
Wasn't it clever of me to send her over in the rain?
And, of course, dear Jane will see
that the other girls have the opportunity
of meeting all sorts of rich young men.
I can't imagine you'd drink so much punch, Kitty!
Now you're quite tipsy!
I am not!
Hold on! Hold on!
Hello, Lizzie! Hello, Mr. Darcy!
Look at Kitty! She's a drunken door!
I am not!
Ladies and gentlemen!
If you will choose your partners, we'll all have a highland rill.
Such a gay dance, the rill!
Won't you allow me to take you in?
I'm sure there must be many young men
who are eager to dance with you.
Well, Miss Elizabeth! Do you recall? The first dance.
Oh, sir! Will you please accept the humble apology of one
who has only just learned that you are the nephew
of my esteemed patroness, Lady Catherine de Bourgh?
Indeed.
You will be happy to learn that, when I left her two weeks ago,
your gracious aunt was enjoying the best of health.
What graciousness! What condescension!
What snobbery!
Miss Eliza, please remember that
Mr. Darcy is a nephew of Lady Catherine de Bourgh!
I do, Mr. Collins.
I also remember that Mr. Darcy
is the sort of person who offers his friendship,
and, then, at the first test of loyalty, withdraws it.
Shall we go inside?
Of course!
Ohh! Little fellow, please don't cry!
Oh, there's Lizzie!
Lizzie! Lizzie! Come and see how pretty this is!
Oh! That's charming, Kitty.
Why don't you make it bigger?
We could put it around Mr. Collins when he grows too much of a bore.
Lizzie! How can you speak like that about your charming cousin?
Oh, there you are, Mrs. Bennet.
Oh! Oh, Mr. Collins! We were just talking about you.
I thought you're walking with Jane, Mr. Collins.
I left Miss Jane in the garden
with Miss Charlotte and the new puppies.
I think I'll join them.
One moment, please, Miss Elizabeth.
Ah, Madame, may I have the permission
to solicit a private interview with your daughter, Elizabeth?
Private!
Well, I - really -
Yes, indeed! Lizzie will be only too happy!
Come, Kitty! I want you upstairs.
Why do you keep winking, Mama?
Winking? My! I wasn't winking!
But, you were, Mama!
Don't contradict! Come, Kitty!
But, Mama! Mr. Collins has nothing private to say to me!
No nonsense, Lizzie!
Lizzie, I desire you to stay where you are! Come, Kitty!
Come, Kitty!
Believe me, my dear Miss Elizabeth,
your modesty does you no disservice in my eyes.
Wait! You could hardly doubt the purport of my discourse.
My intentions mean too much to be mistaken.
I have singled you out as the companion of my future life.
Please! Before my feelings run away with me,
let me state my reasons for marrying you.
First, I regard it as the duty of every gentleman
in easy circumstances to marry.
Secondly, I'm convinced it would add greatly to my happiness.
And, thirdly, I think it only right that,
since I am to inherit your father's estate,
I should try and keep it in the family.
And, fourthly, it is the
particular wish of that very noble lady,
whom I have the honor to call my patroness,
Lady Catherine de Bourgh.
These, dear Miss Elizabeth, are my motives.
And, now, there's nothing for me - but,
for me to assure you of the violence of my affection.
Why, you are too hasty, sir!
You forget that I have made no answer.
Let me do so at once.
I appreciate the honor of your proposal,
Oh, my dear Miss Elizabeth!
But, I must decline with thanks!
I understand, my dear Miss Elizabeth,
that it is the delicate and charming custom of young ladies
to say no when they mean yes, even three or four refusals.
I am, therefore, by no means
discouraged by what you have said.
Upon my word, sir! You are very hardly discouraged!
Ah, my dear!
Mr. Collins, you have made your offer,
I have refused it!
You can, therefore, take possession of this estate
without the least compassion or selfreproach
whenever it falls to you.
So, let's regard the incident as closed.
But, my dear Miss Elizabeth,
I think you ought to take into consideration
that in spite of your loveliness and amiable qualifications,
you are practically penniless.
And, it's by no means certain
that another offer of marriage may ever be made to you.
Well, by all the-!
So, I must, therefore, attribute your refusal of me
to your wish of increasing my love by suspense!
Which is, I'm told, the usual practice of elegant females!
Believe me, sir! I am not one of those elegant females
who takes pleasure in tormenting a respectable man.
I am a rational creature speaking the truth from her heart.
Ahh! Thank you! You make me feel certain,
the way my proposal is sanctioned
by the authority of your parents, you would plainly say yes!
Ohh!
Oh, Papa!
What is it, dear? Lizzie!
Oh, Papa, dear! I must tell you!
Well, come into the library.
Lizzie, bu-!
Oh, my dear future son-in-law!
Let me be the first to wish you joy!
Well, thank you, Madame.
Indeed, I trust I have a good reason for joy.
Of course, I know that my cousin's refusal
naturally springs from her bashful modesty.
Refusal!
With Lizzie, that does not mean bashful modesty!
But, never mind, Mr. Collins!
She's a very foolish headstrong girl
and does not know her own interest!
Foolish? Headstrong? Dear me!
Those failures will not make her a very desirable wife!
Oh, but, you quite misunderstand, Mr. Collins!
Lizzie is only headstrong in matters such as this!
Ah, you just wait, Mr. Collins!
Mr. Bennet always brings her to reason!
Headstrong! Foolish! Dear me!
Lady Catherine will never approve!
Mr. Bennet! Mr. Bennet! We are all in an uproar!
Lizzie has refused to marry Mr. Collins!
You must force her to change her mind immediately!
Or, he will change his and not have her!
In which event, my dear,
the matter will be settled to the satisfaction of both!
Please be serious! Speak to her!
Tell her you insist upon her marrying him!
Lizzie.
Yes, Papa?
Your mother insists that you accept Mr. Collins.
Isn't that so, Mrs. Bennet?
Or else, I shall never see her again.
An unhappy alternative is before you, Elizabeth.
Your mother will never see you again
if you do not marry Mr. Collins.
And I will never see you again if you do.
Dear Papa!
But, Mama! You have no right to open Jane's letter!
It's against the principles of Magna Carta.
No right to open my own daughter's letters?
I-I've never heard of such thing!
Besides, dear Jane need never know.
Oh! I'm sure it's a proposal! I can feel it in my bones!
My dearest Jane,
Oh! Oh! She's lost him! She's lost him!
We lost two of them!
What is lost, Mama?
Your husbands!
You throw away Mr. Collins, and,
now, here's Jane, losing Mr. Bingley!
What are you talking about, Mama?
Read that! No, no, it belongs to Jane.
I-I thought it was a declaration, so, I opened it.
They're gone! They've gone to London.
Well, who's gone to London?
Mr. Bingley, his sister and Mr. Darcy!
They packed up and left without even saying goodbye!
Read it! Read what Mr. Bingley has to say!
Lizzie!
Well! Nobody is going to miss that high and mighty Mr. Darcy!
Oh, do be quiet, Lydia!
Without a sign of a proposal!
After his compromising attentions to Jane!
Mama! He did not compromise Jane.
He is a very undeserving young man!
My only comfort is he should die of a broken heart!
But, he'll be sorry!
Mr. Wickham.
Oh, how do you do, Mr. Wickham?
You'll excuse me, but, I'm much too upset to talk to anyone.
Liizie will give you tea.
Oh! I'm sorry you're disturbed, Madame.
My visit is ill-timed, I'm afraid.
No, no!
Mama has just had some rather surprising news, that's all.
She'll be herself again in no time, honestly.
I heard some surprising news myself this morning.
Really?
Yes! But, it was good news!
It is?
Good news, indeed!
Well?
Mr. Darcy has left Netherfield.
So I hear.
Well, don't you want to know why he went?
I should like very much to know.
His conscience drove him away, Miss Elizabeth.
You mean he was ashamed of his behavior at the Assembly Ball.
Oh, that was nothing.
Thank you.
Maybe the insult Mr. Darcy likes to add to injury.
Miss Elizabeth, having confided so much of my story to you,
I'd like you to understand the rest.
Would it bother you?
No. On the contrary, I'm deeply interested.
How kind and sympathetic you are!
Would it surprise you to learn
that I was once intended for the church, Miss Elizabeth?
Really? Oh, you seem so well-fitted for the Army.
I have no taste for soldiering!
The church ought to have been my profession.
And, would have been if Mr. Darcy
hadn't chosen to disregard his father's will.
Disregard a will? Oh, how could he?
For a man of honor, it would have been impossible.
But Darcy chose to regard the annuity which his father left me,
provided I entered the church,
as a mere recommendation and not a bequest.
I knew Mr. Darcy was proud and arrogant.
I never imagined him dishonorable!
He should be publicly exposed!
Not by me, Miss Elizabeth.
While I remember the father,
I could never bring myself to disgrace the son.
I admire your generosity, Mr. Wickham.
Thank you, Miss Elizabeth!
Your sympathy means very much to me!
Oh, there you are!
We won't let you keep him, Lizzie!
He's got to come and play with us.
You are going to be my partner, Mr. Wickham.
What an honor!
I'm being kidnapped, Miss Elizabeth!
Won't you join us, Miss Elizabeth?
Come on, Lizzie!
Oh, no, thanks, Mr. James! Later, perhaps.
Why, Jane!
Oh, Lizzie!
You let that Caroline Bingley make you cry, I'll shake you!
She says none of them
intend to return to Netherfield this winter.
She means she intends none of them to return.
Oh, Lizzie! How can you think that?
After all, he is his own master.
Look. Read this part.
My brother has long had an affectionate interest
in Mr. Darcy's sister, Georgiana.
And, during the next few months in London,
both families are hoping that their attachment
will flower into an event
which will secure the happiness of us all.
You see, she knows her brother is fond of someone else.
Doesn't want me to have any false hope.
She knows her brother is in love with you.
She doesn't intend that he shall marry into a family
of such low descent.
Lizzie! What are you talking about?
Oh! Never mind!
You'll see, dearest, he'll come back to you.
Who could stay away from you for long, dearest?
Now, come along down with me and we'll have some tea.
Alright.
Lizzie, are you really indifferent
to Mr. Darcy's departure as you seem?
Indifferent? I'm delighted he's gone!
Wait till I tell you
the monstrous thing he did to Mr. Wickham!
It's absurd, Sir William!
I shall never believe it! Never!
Mr. Collins came here expressly
to propose marriage to one of my daughters!
That may have been his purpose in coming here, Mrs. Bennet,
Oh! There you are, Elizabeth! This is all your fault!
What's my fault, Mama?
He says Charlotte is going to marry Mr. Collins!
If that isn't your fault, I don't know whose it is!
Charlotte!
How delightful, Sir William!
Ah, thank you, Miss Jane.
But, - Charlotte! Charlotte is going to marry Mr. Collins?
On Tuesday week, to be precise.
Lady Catherine de Bourgh doesn't believe in long engagements.
But, Sir William, Mr. Collins wants to marry Lizzie!
Oh, Lydia, be quiet!
The child is right, Lizzie.
Are you quite sure, Sir William,
that you haven't been misinformed?
I'm quite positive, Mrs. Bennet!
Mrs. Bennet!
There you are. Come in there and share in the rejoicing.
Oh, dear Mrs. Bennet, I know you'll understand my feelings!
Such a happy event!
But, then, to lose one's dearest daughter!
Oh! Well, I'm still quite overcome!
It's probably the unexpectedness of it
that has overcome you, Lady Lucas!
And Mr. Collins' conduct is so very odd!
Perhaps some tea will revive you.
Lizzie.
Dear Charlotte, l-!
Come with me.
Well, Lady Lucas!
Little did I think that Charlotte
would one day take my place as mistress of this house!
No doubt she and Mr. Collins
would like to go over the place thoroughly
and see what they're going to inherit.
Mr. Collins, why don't you go to the pantry
and get the maid to show you the silver?
Oh, Charlotte dear, I beg you! Postpone the marriage for a time.
I'm only thinking of your happiness.
Happiness, Lizzie?
In marriage, happiness is just a matter of chance.
But, Charlotte! His defects of character.
You know him so little.
Well, ignorance is bliss, Lizzie.
If one is to spend one's life with a person,
it's best to know as little as possible of his defects.
After all, one would find them out soon enough.
Well, luckily it isn't the end of the world.
You must come and visit me, Lizzie.
Very soon! Promise?
I promise.
Good.
Put those over there, Harry.
Yes, Madame.
Put those on that chair over there.
Bring them all against the wall.
Put it down. That's fine.
That will be all, Nelly. Thank you, Madame.
Thank you. That's very kind of you.
You're welcome, Miss.
Now, Lizzie, give me your keys.
Don't you bother, Charlotte. I'll do this myself.
Oh, no, you're not! You're my guest.
You're going to sit by and look on.
But, Charlotte!
This is my house and you'll do just as I say.
I tremble and obey.
Well, while you're unpacking,
I'll remove the dust and change my dress.
Did you have a hard time
persuading your mother to let you come?
Oh, no. No, it wasn't so difficult.
Jane went to London, you know, to stay with Aunt Gardner.
Of course, she had to had somebody to go with her.
And, Papa found some writing to do.
So he was quite delighted to get a couple of us out of the house.
Two daughters out of five,
that represents - forty percent of the noise.
Why, Lizzie! This is daring!
It is, isn't it? I haven't dared show it to Mama.
Mr. Collins!
Oh, Lizzie! Do look!
Well, what?
It's Lady Catherine de Bourgh and her daughter, Anne.
Oh! Is that all?
I expected at least that the pigs had gone into the garden.
Oh, pigs! I must go down at once!
Oh! Is my hair tidy?
So, that's the great Lady Catherine.
Now, I see where he learned his manners.
Where who learned his manners?
Why, Mr. Darcy, of course!
I'll be back in a moment, my dear.
Here she is, Mr. Collins. Proceed.
Your Ladyship.
How do you do, Mrs. Collins?
Miss de Bourgh.
How do you do?
Now, let me see, Lady Catherine.
A fellow petticoat for Mrs. Hodge.
A quarter pound of tea for old Marcus Brett.
And, a handwoven cloth for the Burtons.
But, nothing for the Smiths, do you understand?
Nothing whatever.
You must learn, Mrs. Collins, to draw a firm line
between the deserving poor and the undeserving.
What wise benevolence!
Are the chicken seedlings satisfactory?
They've fallen to half a little these last days.
Then, give them half full, Mrs. Collins.
If that has no effect, then, it means they're incorrigible.
It must be killed and boiled! Killed and boiled.
There, my love, you're not getting a cold, I hope.
A little, Mama.
Ahh.
Well, Mr. Collins, I shall expect you all to dinner this evening.
Goodbye, Mrs. Collins. Goodbye.
Permit me to say how much I appreciate
Drive on, Smith.
Your ladyship's affability and kindness.
What extraordinary condescension!
I'm quite delighted of this, for Miss Elizabeth's sake.
Now, my dear Miss Elizabeth, permit me to show you
some of the priceless art treasures of Lady Catherine's.
This is one of the finest timepieces captured.
Observe the noble proportions, Miss Eliza.
And, the ornaments, what magnificence!
What taste!
Very true, Mr. Collins. Very true.
I've never met a painter or an architect
who did not congratulate me upon my taste.
There! What did I say?
And, now, let me call your attention to the mantlepiece.
Observe, Miss Eliza, solid marble entirely hand-carved.
Well, Mrs. Collins, you will be surprised
to find someone you know dining with us this evening.
Oh! There you are!
I was just about to tell the ladies, Darcy,
of your sudden arrival at Rosings this afternoon.
Mr. Darcy!
Miss Elizabeth!
A happy meeting, Miss Elizabeth.
Mrs. Collins, you know one of my nephews, I believe.
Darcy! Darcy!
A pleasure, Mrs. Collins.
And this is another nephew, Col. Fitzwilliam, Mrs. Collins.
Miss Elizabeth Bennet, Col. Fitzwilliam.
And, oh, yes, Mr. Collins. Mr. Collins.
How do you do?
I thought you were in London, Mr. Darcy.
Oh, yes. But, my cousin and I left there this morning.
Rather unexpectedly, as a matter of fact.
Oh, your departure seemed to be rather unexpected, Mr. Darcy.
You know, Miss Elizabeth, I have thought a great deal
of what you said to me at Netherfield that day -
Thank you... about laughing more. I've tried to follow your advice.
I hope it worked. Do you feel happier now?
I've never felt more miserable in my life.
It's doubtless the lack of exercise.
You'll feel happier when the hunting season begins.
Well, Darcy!
Now I know what took you into Herfordshire this summer.
You also know what drove him out again.
He liked the landscape well enough
but the natives, Col. Fitzwilliam, the natives!
What boors! What savages! Utterly insupportable!
Isn't that so, Mr. Darcy?
It evidently amuses you to think so, Miss Elizabeth.
Miss Bennet! Come here.
Mrs. Collins, go and talk to your husband.
I wish to speak to Miss Bennet.
Yes, Lady Catherine.
Be seated.
Have you any accomplishments, Miss Bennet?
Accomplishments! Well, I - don't know
whether Mr. Darcy would think I had.
Do you sing and play?
A little.
You should perform for us one day.
Our instrument here is one of the best in the country.
You have several sisters, I understand.
Four. Four. No brothers?
None, unfortunately for us.
Ah, yes. Your father's estate
is entailed to Mr. Collins, I believe.
It is.
For Mrs. Collins's sake, I'm glad of it.
Otherwise, I see no occasion
for entailing estates away from the female line.
When you marry, Darcy, don't make that mistake.
It was never made in Sir Louis de Bourgh's family.
Anne, as you know, is the sole heiress.
Do you draw, Miss Bennet?
No, Lady Catherine.
What? None of you?
Not one of us.
But, how strange! Why didn't your governess see to that?
We never had a governess.
No governess? I have never heard such a thing!
Miss Bennet seems to have got on
very well without one, Aunt Catherine.
Don't talk nonsense, Darcy!
Are there any of your younger sisters out in the society?
All of them.
All?! How very odd!
Really, Lady Catherine, I think it would be very hard
on younger sisters to be kept without society or amusement
until the elder ones were married.
It would hardly promote sisterly affection
or even delicacy of mind.
Upon my word, Miss Bennet!
You express your opinions very decidedly.
Miss Bennet is nothing if not decided, Aunt Catherine.
Dinner is served, milady!
Come. I hate cold soup. Your arm, Fitzwilliam.
May I be allowed to continue your interrogations during dinner.
There are so many things I should like to find out.
That seems to be a family failing, sir.
No, Darcy. You are to take Anne into dinner.
Mr. Collins will take Miss Bennet.
I'm afraid you'll have to go in alone, Mrs. Collins.
Mr. Darcy's sister, Georgiana, is a very accomplished musician.
And, I, too, should have been a great proficient,
if I'd ever learned.
You would have been proficient in anything, Lady Catherine.
So would Anne.
That goes without saying.
Darcy.
Do come here.
Sit down. Sit down.
I was just telling Mrs. Collins
how exquisitely dear Anne would have played
if I had permitted her to study.
I don't doubt it.
Your dear mother was so fond of Anne.
Yes, I know.
"You have an only daughter",
she would say to me, "and, I have an only son."
"It's just the Providence that
created them for one another.", she used to say.
Incredible! - Ah, I-I mean, exactly.
Ah, I-I mean, excuse me.
Oh, don't stop, Miss Elizabeth. That was charming!
Isn't that the right time to stop
when people still think you're charming?
If I went on, you might change your mind.
Ah-eh, Miss Bennet.
I'm summoned.
That was quite creditable, my dear.
Miss Bennet wouldn't play at all badly if she practised more.
Practice, Miss Bennet. Practice. You can't do enough of it.
Mrs. Collins has no pianoforte, of course,
but, you're - you're very welcome to practice here everyday.
Oh! Thank you, Lady Catherine!
There's a very fair instrument
in the housekeeper's room, you'll disturb no one there.
You are really too gracious, Lady Catherine,
but, I shouldn't care to disturb the housekeeper.
I protest, Aunt Catherine!
Why talk of practising when Miss Bennet should be playing?
Come, Miss Bennet! I insist on your favoring us again.
There is, needless to say, a rich assortment of music here.
My aunt means quite kindly, Miss Elizabeth.
Her manner is sometimes a little unfortunate.
Having already met you,
I was happily prepared for your aunt's manner.
Lizzie, Mr. Darcy is in the study.
He's been waiting for you for nearly an hour.
Let him wait! I don't want to see him.
I never want to see him again.
Lizzie, what's happened? What's come over you?
Do you want to know the real reason
why Mr. Bingley left Netherfield for London?
His High Mightiness, Mr. Darcy!
But, I thought it was Caroline Bingley!
She was only half the reason.
I just heard about it by chance
this very moment from Col. Fitzwilliam.
Col. Fitzwilliam?!
Of course, he didn't know I was Jane's sister.
He was just holding forth
about the virtues of his precious cousin!
Telling me how unselfish he was,
and, about the amount of trouble he'd gone to
to save his friend Bingley from an impossible marriage!
Oh!
You can tell your Mr. Darcy that I am not at home!
But, he must have seen you come in.
I can't tell him that.
After all, he is Lady Catherine's nephew.
Lizzie, for - my sake.
Very well, Charlotte! For your sake!
Good morning, Miss Elizabeth.
Good morning, Mr. Darcy.
Mrs. Collins gave me leave to wait on you.
It's no use! I've struggled in vain!
I must tell you how much I admire and love you.
Miss Elizabeth, - my life and happiness are in your hands.
This last week, since I left Netherfield,
had been empty, meaningless days and nights.
I thought that I could put you out of my mind.
That inclination would give way to judgment.
I've walked the streets of London
reminding myself of the unsuitability of such a marriage.
Ah, the obstacles between us.
But, it won't do.
I can struggle against you no longer.
Mr. Darcy!
I've reminded myself again and again
that I have obligations of family and position.
Obligations I was born to. Nothing I tell myself matters!
I love you!
Do you know what you're saying?
Yes, my darling! I'm asking you to marry me.
Do you expect me to thank you
for this extraordinary offer of marriage?
Am I supposed to feel flattered
that you have so overcome your aversion to my family
that you are ready to marry into it?
But, do you expect me to be glad
that your family is inferior to mine?
Oh! I suppose I should congratulate you
on winning the battle
between your unwilling affection and my unworthiness.
But, you see, I have never desired your good opinion.
And, if you were not so lacking in perception,
you might have spared yourself my refusal!
Is-is this the only reply I'm to be honored with?
I might, perhaps, deserve to be told why I am rejected,
and, with so little civility.
I also might deserve to know
why determined evidently to offend and insult me!
You chose to tell me that you liked me against your will.
Against your reason, against even your character.
Why, if the manner of my expression
The manner of your proposal
is only one reason for my incivility,
if I had been uncivil.
Even had my feelings been favorable,
which they never could have been,
believe me, even if they had,
I'd still have every reason in the world
of being to think ill of you.
Do you think anything would tempt me
to accept the man who has destroyed
the happiness of my sister?
The sweetest soul that ever lived!
How could you do it?
Knowing Jane, how could you hurt her so?
In observing them together,
I could not believe that she really loved Charles!
As his friend, I considered it my duty to advise his course.
But, even without this, your character
was clearly revealed in your treatment of Mr. Wickham!
You take an eager interest in that gentleman's concern!
And who that knows his misfortunes
could fail to take an interest?
His misfortunes!
Brought on by your injustice and betrayal!
Where Wickham is concerned, I have nothing to say.
In other words, you dare not speak
because you know you're guilty!
And, that is your opinion of me?
Perhaps my faults might have been overlooked
had I concealed my struggles and flattered you
that no doubt of my course had ever entered my mind.
I made the mistake of being honest with you.
Honesty is a greatly overrated virtue!
Silence, in this case, would have been more agreeable!
But I'm not ashamed of my scruples about your family!
They were natural!
And should have been kept to yourself!
This isn't a distasteful subject!
Your arrogance! Your conceit!
Your selfish disregard of other people's feelings
made me dislike you from the first!
I-I, I haven't known you a week before I decided
you were the last man in the world
I'd ever be prevailed upon to marry!
You've said quite enough, Madame! I understand your feelings.
And, of now, only to be ashamed of having confessed my own.
Forgive me for having taken up so much of your valuable time.
And accept my best wishes for your health - and happiness.
Oh!
Allow me, Miss Eliza.
Lizzie!
Oh, Jane!
Lizzie!
I thought you were still in London.
No, they sent for me this morning.
Lizzie, it's so awful!
What is it?
It's poor little Lydia. She's run away with Mr. Wickham.
Mr. Wickham!
And, they didn't go to Gretna Green.
Lizzie, they're not married!
Not married?
And, we can't find them anywhere.
Oh, Jane!
You tell Charlotte. I'm going in.
Beware of Officers, I kept on telling her!
They're fickle and unprincipled!
They never have a six pence!
You're right there, my dear.
Mr. Wickham owes money to every tradesman in Meryton.
Not to mention gambling debts
that owes six hundred pounds, at the very least!
Lizzie!
Oh, Lizzie! Oh!
Oh! You don't know how I have suffered, Lizzie!
Such - such spasms, such - palpitations,
such - fragileness! Find your sister!
Yes. Yes, Mama, I know. I know.
What? No broth with bird feathers?
Oh! I forgot those!
When did it happen, Aunt Philips?
Only yesterday. It seems they're hiding somewhere in London.
Your father has gone to look for them.
Yes. And you know what will happen when he finds them.
He'll challenge Mr. Wickham to a duel and he'll be killed!
And, then, what will become of us?
Those Collinses will turn us out before he is cold in his grave.
Oh! The vultures! They're here already!
Oohh!
Sshh! Mama!
Oh, Mrs. Bennet! I just heard the news!
It's too dreadful!
Oh!
Oh, Mrs. Bennet! Mrs. Bennet!
Your little misfortune which no lapse of time can mediate.
No lapse of time, Mrs. Philips.
The death of your daughter
would have been a blessing compared to this.
Mr. Collins!
What is it, my dear?
Poor Mrs. Bennet! You're distressing her!
Distressing her? I'm bringing her consolation.
Oh!
May I add, Madame,
that this false step of one of your daughters
must prove very injurious unto the fortunes of all the others.
Oh, he's right! He's right!
They'll never get married now. What's to become of them?
I shudder to think
what Lady Catherine will say to all these.
Miss Elizabeth, Mr. Darcy just called.
I've shown him into the library.
Mr. Darcy!
Oohh, that odious man! Don't you see him, Lizzie!
Oh, Madame, don't forget
that Mr. Darcy is a nephew of Lady Catherine de Bourgh.
Or, perhaps, it would be better if I saw him, Miss Eliza.
Thank you, Mr. Collins, I prefer to see him myself.
Oh, Mr. Collins!
Mr. Darcy, what brings you here?
Fear no alarm, Madame.
I've no intention of reopening a painful subject.
After what you said to me the other day,
that chapter is definitely - closed.
Bad news travels fast, Miss Bennet.
A few hours after you left Hansford,
I heard about George Wickham and your sister.
I felt it my duty to come at once.
To try and fault us, I suppose.
To offer you my services.
Miss Bennet, I told you the other day
that where George Wickham was concerned,
I chose to be silent.
What has happened to your sister has made me change my mind.
You have a right to the truth.
George Wickham will never marry your sister, Miss Bennet.
Her case was not the first.
You mean that Wickham
My own sister, Georgiana.
Your sister?
Yes. She was younger even than Lydia.
Oh, Mr. Darcy!
Georgiana has a considerable fortune in her own right.
His plan was to elope with her.
And, then, under the threat of publishing her disgrace,
to force my consent to their marriage.
By the mercy of Providence, I discovered the plot in time.
Your sister has been misfortunate.
Miss Elizabeth, may I ask
if everything possible is being done to recover her?
My father has gone to London.
He and my uncle are searching for her.
If there is any help that I could give,
I would be only too happy.
Thank you. I'm sure they will find her.
It will all be settled, somehow.
I'm afraid I've stayed too long. Goodbye.
This is, perhaps, the last time I shall see you.
God bless you, Elizabeth.
Mr. Darcy!
Oh, Lizzie.
Oh, oh! I thought it was - I... has he gone?
Yes. He's just riding away.
Riding away.
Will he ever ride back?
That chapter is definitely - closed.
Lizzie, what are you talking about?
Oh, Jane. Jane, you don't know what happened at Hansford!
Something so extraordinary! So unbelievable!
What?
He asked me to marry him.
Who, Lizzie?
Mr. Darcy.
Mr. Darcy?! Oh, Lizzie, what did you say to him?
What did I say to him?
I said I hated him. I said I never wanted to see him again.
Now, suddenly, I... Jane, I love him!
You love him?
I'm so dreadfully unhappy!
Lizzie, dearest!
I brought it all on myself! It's all my own stupid fault!
Heavens! How could I have misjudged him so?
Oh! What a fool I've been! What a despicable fool!
Oh, Lizzie dearest, we all make mistakes! You must
Oh, how selfish I'm being!
As if I were the only one to be made unhappy.
Poor Jane, my darling!
Why, you've never done anything wrong!
Look what's happened to you? Ohh! It's not fair!
Oh, Lizzie, I'm not really unhappy.
It was worse in the beginning
when I was always expecting him to write or even to come back.
But, I don't do that anymore. I just dream of him.
Lizzie, you've got to learn to dream, like I do!
Sometimes I dream we're out walking in the woods,
and, primroses are out.
Sometimes he comes riding up to the door.
Riding on a white horse, Lizzie!
Then, he goes in, and, I'm waiting for him.
And, sometimes we're dancing - and, it's the waltz, Lizzie.
And the music's playing and the lights are shining.
Oh, it feels as if it would be going forever!
Oh, Lizzie! You shouldn't have let me go on like this!
Oh! Well done, Mr. Darcy!
The question is, what to do now?
Aahh! More news from Meryton!
Another bulletin about your beloved Bennets, Charles.
There is still no trace of Lydia or Wickham.
Poor old Mr. Bennet has come home in despair.
Do you mean that they have given up the search?
So it seems.
Listen!
At the Assembly Ball last week,
the Bennet family was conspicuous by its absence.
Shall I tell you why?
Because the Entertainment Committee
had dropped a gentle hint
that, in view of the scandal,
its presence would not be welcome.
Isn't that exquisitely funny, Mr. Darcy?
Exquisitely! Just think
how you would roll with laughter if it happened to yourself.
Only yesterday, I saw her sisters, Jane and Elizabeth,
almost running down Market Street,
in an attempt to escape from their disgrace.
That's what comes of your chattering, Caroline!
I'm sorry, Darcy.
I've ruined your table, I'm afraid.
It's nothing, Charles.
It might have happened to anybody in the same circumstances.
I'd better stop playing - before something worse happens.
Oh. Good night, Darcy.
Good night.
Good night, Caroline.
Ohh! Ohh! I don't believe
I shall ever get back my strength.
It won't be long now, Mama.
You'll feel so much better when we've moved away from this place.
Won't she, Papa?
Well, I sincerely hope so.
It's harsh with that sad associations
and other people being so dreadfully unkind.
It's no wonder you're ill!
Here's some delicious chicken broth, Mama.
Now, you must eat it while it's hot.
No! No, thank you, Lizzie. I couldn't!
You don't know how ill I feel!
Did you say it was chicken broth?
Well, perhaps! ...family great effort!
There, Mama! There!
Papa! What was that you were saying about
those nice cheap lodgings you had all by the sea?
At Margot, my dear?
Yes.
Margot! To think that it should come to Margot!
No, Lizzie, I - I couldn't eat anymore!
Not after that!
Oh, but, Mama!
Everyone says Margot's such a charming place
and so less expensive!
Besides, what does it matter where we go?
As long as we go together!
Yes, Mama. We'll make a little world of our own.
Yes! A Bennet eutopia, my dear!
A domestic paradise, where nobody
shall ever talk more than is strictly necessary.
Oh, Mr. Bennet!
Where nobody shall ever play scales on the piano, Lizzie.
Where nobody shall ever even think of bonnets
or tea parties or gossip or I shall tell Mama or tell Papa!
Papa! Papa!
Oh! My poor nerves!
Stop squabbling, you two, for goodness' sake!
Mary says I can't take my musical box to the new house!
Listen to it!
It's not nearly as bad as your horrid old bird!
Harry is not a horrid old bird!
And, if you think that I can bear to listen to that thing
Aren't you ashamed of yourselves with poor Mama so ill?
A Bennet eutopia, my dear.
But, Lizzie, it's not fair!
If Mary can take her parrot, why shouldn't I take my musical box?
Well, why shouldn't we take the piano?
Why shouldn't Papa take all the books in his library?
And, why should poor Mama
have to leave her collection of china behind?
Come along! You tell Mama you're sorry.
Go on!
I'm sorry, Mama.
We oughtn't to have made such a fuss.
I'm sorry.
Ah-hmm! Mr. Collins!
I took the liberty of coming across the garden.
I knew you'd permit it.
Come in, Mr. Collins. Come in.
Thank you, Mr. Bennet. Thank you.
Oh, ladies!
Miss Eliza.
I - I trust, Madame, I've seen you in better health.
I wish you did, Mr. Collins.
Nobody can imagine how weak I feel!
As if I were fading away!
Well, it's not to be wondered at in the circumstances!
I'm sorry to see that Mr. Bennet also looks far from well.
He seems to have aged a great deal
in the last few weeks,
don't you think so, Miss Eliza?
Does he? Perhaps the wish is farther
from the thought, Mr. Collins.
I suppose you have heard that
we are leaving Longbourn, Mr. Collins.
A wise decision, Madame.
Find somewhere remote and secluded spot
where no one has ever heard of your unhappy daughter.
Oh, my poor little Lydia! What can have happened to her?
What is it, Papa?
It's from your Uncle Gardner. He's found Lydia.
He's found her?
Yes.
And Wickham asked for a thousand pounds at your death,
and, a hundred pounds a year during your lifetime.
These terms seemed moderate,
and, I - took upon myself
the responsibility of agreeing to him.
He's agreed to Wickham's terms.
He doesn't seem to be asking very much, does he?
Considering what he'd demanded when -
I mean, considering - the sort of man he is.
Why do you think he's content with so little, Papa?
Well, this is what your uncle says.
Here. Postscript.
It seems that Wickham
recently came into a very considerable sum of money.
Oh, I see! Well, that explains it!
No! It doesn't explain anything, my child!
We know that Wickham's in debt.
We know he's extravagant. We know he's a gambler.
And, yet, suddenly, he has so much money
that he'll take a girl like Lydia for two pounds a week.
There are two things I want to know.
One is, how much money
your uncle has laid down to bring this about.
The other is, how can I ever repay him?
Oh, well! Let's go and break the good news to your mother!
Oh! What's that?
What can it mean?
It's Lydia!
They're married! Mama!
Married?!
Mama! Mama! It's Lydia! They're married!
What?! They're married!
Mama! Oohh!
Look, Mama!
A ring!
Oh, my dear, dear son-in-law! May I give you a hug, too?
What do you think of that, Kitty?
It's better than one of your old books!
Well, Jane!
Oh, Lydia!
Elizabeth!
You can't imagine what fun we've had!
Oh, Mama!
That will do for now.
Did you see? We got the liveries secondhand.
But, they're awfully smart, don't you think so?
Are they your servants?
We're rich, Mama!
Rich! Oh, my sweetest child! Rich!
May I ask how you have suddenly become so rich, Mr. Wickham?
Well, it was quite a surprise!
One of my - my uncles died a few weeks ago.
An uncle I haven't seen since childhood.
He'd been living in Jamaica.
Yes, Jamaica!
And he left you a fortune?
Of modest competence. But, its coming was very timely.
Very timely, indeed.
Very timely.
Oh, dear George!
We're all so proud of you, aren't we, Lizzie?
Oh, prodigiously!
So handsome and so distinguished!
And, two footmen and liveries!
Come, my lambs! Oh, think of it!
A daughter married! And, only sixteen last June!
Papa!
Mr. Bennet! Mr. Bennet!
We shan't have to leave Longbourn!
People can't say anything now that they're married!
We won't have to go to Margot!
Why, how glum you look, Papa!
What's happened? What does all these mean?
Oh, how do you do, Mr. Collins?
Aren't you funny, seeing you about?
Oh, I forgot! Wicky, Papa!
If you will excuse me, my dear.
Goodbye, Mr. Collins.
Oh, well. Papa will get to like you in time, Wicky.
Nobody can help liking you!
Don't you envy me, Lizzie?
Ask me that question again five years from now.
Five years?! Oh! Who cares what happens in five years!
Oh, Mama, do you think the servants
would like to see my ring?
I'm sure of it!
Well, then, let's all go out to the kitchen!
Come along! I want everybody to see!
Oh, you, too, Mr. Collins!
We old married people must stick together!
Lady Catherine de Bourgh!
Lady Catherine! Lady Catherine!
What an honor for this humble house!
No honor was intended, Mr. Collins.
Mrs. Bennet, I presume.
How do you do, Lady Catherine?
Ah, such a pleasure to make your acquaintance!
Ah, ah, do come in!
Thank you.
Miss Bennet.
Come right in, Lady Catherine! Come right in!
Ah, won't you, ah, sit down?
Stupid child!
Things had been in such a confusion today!
So I see.
Yes. Yes.
I wish to speak to Miss Elizabeth Bennet.
Oh, ah, Elizabeth!
Here, Lizzie. Lady Catherine wishes to speak to you.
I wish to speak to Miss Bennet - alone.
Will you kindly leave us, Mrs. Bennet?
Oh, certainly, Ma'am! If you wish it.
I do wish it.
Ah, come, children!
I hope we shall all have the pleasure
of seeing you later, Lady Catherine.
Possibly, Mrs. Bennet. Possibly.
Ah, yes.
Mr. Collins!
Be seated, Miss Bennet.
Oh! My poor nerves! Awk! Awk!
Oh! He's very young.
Come, come! Be seated, Miss Bennet.
Stop dawdling!
Miss Bennet, a report has reached me
of a most alarming nature!
I was told that you, Miss Elizabeth Bennet,
was shortly to be engaged to my nephew, Mr. Darcy.
Of course, I could not believe
this report could possibly be true!
Nevertheless, I immediately resolved
upon setting out to see you.
If it could not possibly be true, Madame,
I wonder you gave yourself the trouble of coming so far.
I came to insist upon the report of being
universally contradicted.
But won't your coming here seem - rather to confirm it?
Insolent headstrong girl! I'm ashamed of you!
Is this your gratitude for my attentions to you at Rosings?
Miss Bennet, I am not to be trifled with!
Has my nephew made you an offer of marriage?
You have declared that to be impossible.
Impossible? I have the power to make it impossible.
Are you aware that, as trustee of my sister's estate,
I can strip Mr. Darcy of every shilling he has?
And, if he were to marry against my wishes,
I should not hesitate in carrying out my power.
Now, what have you to say?
Nothing whatever!
I take no interest in matters that are none of my business.
Ahh! Bold ones, my girl! Bold ones!
But, remember this! Marry him and you will be poor!
That would be no novelty for me, Lady Catherine.
Once and for all, are you engaged to him?
No, I am not.
Ahh! And, will you promise me
never to enter into such an engagement?
No, I will not!
Ahh! So you do expect him to propose to you?
I have no right to expect anything,
excepting, perhaps, never to see him again.
What? Do you have the impertinence
to proclaim that he isn't in love with you?
I can't imagine that he would be. Not now.
Then, why his kind consideration for your sister?
Was that the act of a man who isn't in love?
I don't know what you are talking about!
Possibly, you don't! But that rascal, Wickham, does!
Lmagine it! My nephew, Darcy,
scouring the courts and alleys of London looking for him!
Huh! Setting him up with an income!
Forcing him to marry that silly little - libertied jibbit!
Did he do that? Oohh!
Thank you for telling me, Lady Catherine! Thank you!
I will not be thanked!
Let us have no more of this mammering, Miss Bennet!
I shall not leave this house
until you have given me the assurance for which I asked!
In that case, Lady Catherine, I had better ring for the butler!
He will show you to your bedroom.
Or, if you decide, after all, not to stay,
he will conduct you to your carriage.
Yes, Miss Elizabeth?
Oh, Matthews, I had the impression
that her Ladyship wishes to be taken to her carriage.
Goodbye, Lady Catherine.
I take no leave of you, Miss Bennet.
I send no compliments to your mother!
You deserve no such attention!
I am seriously displeased!
Well?
A blank refusal.
She refuses to see me?
She refuses not to see you!
Did she?
Most impertinently! And, that's not the worst, Darcy.
I told her - that I could
strip you of your fortune if I chose to.
But, she refused to be the least bit impressed!
You see?
Yes, I see, Darcy. I grant I was wrong about that.
But, there's one thing I can't agree with.
You told me at Rosings - she was nothing if not decided!
That's not true.
The young woman is positively obstinate!
What? Did she refuse anything else?
Well, she may have refused to refuse to marry you!
Why, Darcy! Darcy! What manners!
Have you gone mad?
Yes, yes! Quite mad!
And I don't believe I should ever be quite sane again!
But, you wouldn't wish me to be, would you?
No, I don't think I would. She's right for you, Darcy.
You were a spoiled child.
But, we don't want to go on spoiling you!
What you need is a woman who will stand up to you.
I think you've found her!
Well, Darcy, help me into my carriage!
How can I ever thank you, Aunt Catherine?
Upon my word!
I'm not accustomed to so much gratitude!
Everybody seems to be thanking me today.
Drive on, Smith.
Don't stand there and keep me waiting!
Shut the door, Darcy!
Go into the house.
How do you do, Mrs. Bennet?
Mr. Darcy! Well, this is an honor!
First, Lady Catherine. And, now, you!
I was traveling with my aunt, and,
I thought I would give myself the pleasure
Jane! Jane!
Mama, I can't find Jane anywhere.
Ohh!
How do you do, Miss Elizabeth?
How do you do?
Jane is somewhere in the garden, I believe!
Oh, Miss Jane! I have a message for her from the Bingleys.
Should we - should we -
Oh, why, yes! Yes!
See if we could - find her? Let's do that!
Will you excuse us, Madame?
Very gladly, Mr. Darcy!
Miss Bennet!
I have a confession to make.
I didn't tell the exact truth, I'm afraid,
about the message from the Bingleys.
You mean they didn't send one?
They didn't send one for the good reason
that Charles Bingley had every intention
of bringing it himself.
Himself?!
Yes. He came back to Netherfield last night.
I was rather expecting to see him here this afternoon.
Aahh!
Oh, Mr. Darcy, this is your doing!
Shall I tell you who is really responsible
for your sister's happiness, Miss Elizabeth?
Caroline Bingley.
Miss Bingley?
Yes. She sent her brother back
by dwelling on all the reasons why he should stay away.
Ohh!
I only approved the decision
that he had already taken on his own account.
Mr. Darcy, there's something else.
I hardly know how to put it into words!
What you did for Lydia.
I have - but, I assure you I did nothing, Miss Bennet.
Lady Catherine was not of that opinion.
What? But I never gave her leave to tell you that!
Gave her leave?!
Do you mean to say that Lady Catherine
I have - wanted to know
if I would be welcome. She came as my ambassador.
Your ambassador?
I never imagined that that was the language of diplomacy!
You know, she likes you, in spite of her language.
Me?
Yes! She really does!
Oh! I wish I had known it! I wouldn't have been so rude.
But that was what she liked.
People flatter her so much she enjoys an occasional change.
I'm afraid I gave her a good change this afternoon.
She went away delighted!
You evidently confirmed the good opinion
she'd formed of you at Rosings.
I don't know what to say or think!
Except that - you must allow me
to thank you for - what you did for Lydia.
And, if the facts were known to the rest of my family,
I should not merely have my own gratitude to express!
If you must thank me, let it be for yourself alone.
Whatever I did, I thought only of you.
Oh, Mr. Darcy!
When I think of how I've misjudged you!
The - the horrible things I said...
l- I'm so ashamed!
Oh, no! It's I who should be ashamed!
Of my arrogance! Of my stupid pride!
Of all! Except one thing! One thing!
I'm not ashamed of having loved you!
Elizabeth, - dare I ask you again?
Elizabeth! Dear, beautiful lizzie!
Lord bless my soul!
Mr. Bennet! Mr. Bennet!
Miracles will never cease, Mrs. Bennet!
Mr. Darcy! Who would have believed it?!
Oh, my sweetest, sweetest Lizzie!
What pinmoney she'll have!
What jewels! What carriages!
Jane's is nothing to it!
Absolutely nothing! Oh! And, such a charming man!
I do hope you will overlook my having disliked him so much.
Oh, dear, dear Mr. Darcy! A house in town.
Ten thousand pounds a year!
Of course, poor Jane will only have five.
Oh! I wonder if there's any dish he's particularly fond of?
I'll-I'll go to the kitchen at once!
Flow gently
Sweet aspen
Among thy green vale
Flow gently
I'll sing thee
Your song in thy praise
The green prairie stare laughing
Mr. Bennet! Mr. Bennet!
Thy screaming forebear Look!
I charge you
This sterling morn
My slumbering fair.
Well, perhaps, it's lucky
we didn't drown any of them at birth, my dear!
Mr. Bennet, you must find out what money they have.
Col. Foster can tell you about Mr. Denny.
And, Sir William knows all about Mr. Witherington.
You must go at once, Mr. Bennet! This very afternoon!
Oohh! Think of it! Three of them married!
And, the other two, just tottering on the brink!
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