Pride and Prejudice (1940) - full transcript

Mr. and Mrs. Bennet have five unmarried daughters, and Mrs. Bennet is especially eager to find suitable husbands for them. When the rich single gentlemen Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy come to live nearby, the Bennets have high hopes. But pride, prejudice, and misunderstandings all combine to complicate their relationships and to make happiness difficult.

Either the shell-pink gossamer muslin

or the figured damask...

...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, Lizzy. Stand up, dear.

Several young ladies have bought

new gowns for the Assembly Ball...

...but none will be more modish

than this muslin, madam.

Isn't silk brocade being very much worn?

Mine is, Mama. It's been worn

for three years.

Fashion decrees muslin

this season, madam.

- That should be good enough, shouldn't it?

- Yes.

Then 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, Lizzy.

Hey, Mr. Beck. Mr. Beck, look.

Looks-a-daisy, what a commotion.

Just look at that carriage, my love,

and those exquisite young men.

They must've come straight from court.

Oh, look, they're getting out.

Have you heard any of our neighbors say

if they're expecting visitors?

No, Mama. Who do you suppose would

be entertaining people of fashion like these?

Mr. Beck, send over to the inn and find out

if they're stopping in the vicinity.

- Slyly, of course.

- The hostler will tell us.

Here comes Aunt Philips

as if something were after her.

Looks-a-daisy, my sister's 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?

- 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, Lizzy.

- 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 5000 pounds a year.

Five thousand pounds and unmarried.

That's the most heartening piece of news

since the Battle of Waterloo.

You can see how handsome

and elegant he is.

Excuse me, madam,

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.

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 5000 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 Pemberley.

Oh, Mr. Darcy of Pemberley.

Is that all you know about him?

What--? Oh, you mean, is he married?

No, dear. No, he isn't married.

And he's even richer than Mr. Bingley.

The Pemberley Estates

alone are worth a clear 10,000 a year.

Ten thou--? Isn't it fortunate

to have two eligible young men...

...come into the neighborhood?

Perhaps one of them will fall in love

with you, Charlotte.

- Oh, not if he sees Jane or Lizzy first.

- You may not have beauty, my love...

...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.

- Why such haste, Mama?

- Good morning, Lady Lucas.

Oh, good morning, Mrs. Bennet.

We shall meet at the Assembly Ball.

Yes, indeed. Goodbye, sister.

Oh, you mustn't leave, Lady Lucas...

...till Mr. Beck has shown you

that exquisite piece of flower damask.

- Goodbye.

- Bye.

- Goodbye, Lady Lucas.

- Goodbye.

- Come over to Longbourne soon, 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 Lucas' will.

Now, there's no time to be lost.

But the damask, milady.

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. Mary.

Mary.

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.

Officers, yes. Come, girls.

Oh, yeah?

Is that the way you'd treat a wife,

Mr. Wickham?

More likely to be the way

she'd treat me, Miss Lydia.

- Mama, there they are.

- Where?

There. Look.

- Kitty, there's Mama.

- Kitty, Lydia, come here.

Those two are getting 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 met the most fascinating

new officer.

A Mr. Wickham. He's just joined

the Blankshires. He's charming.

Yes, that'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.

There's no time to lose.

- Would you take this please? Thank you.

- Now, hurry up, dears.

Look, Mama, Lady Lucas' carriage.

Pass them, Higgins. Pass them.

Overtake them, Jennings! Overtake them.

That's it, Jennings. That's it!

- That'll teach her a lesson.

- Keep on going, Jennings.

I must tell your papa about this at once.

No time to lose.

Go in the drawing room, girls.

Matthews, get the other parcels.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Mr. Bennet. Mr. Bennet.

- Mr. Bennet.

- Yes, my dear.

Mr. Bennet, Netherfield Park

has been let at last.

Did you hear me? Netherfield Park

has been let at last.

- Indeed, Mrs. Bennet.

- Don't you want to hear who's taken it?

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'm 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.

For you're as handsome as any of them,

and Mr. Bingley may like you best of all.

Oh, 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, the 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've seen her

galloping her horses...

...to beat me from the village just now.

- Did she win?

- Indeed she did not.

But she'd stop at nothing to get

Mr. Bingley interested in her Charlotte.

I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll write

to assure him of my hearty consent...

.to his marrying whichever

he chooses of the girls.

Though I must throw in a good word

for my Lizzy.

Elizabeth is not one whit

better than the others...

...but you always give her

the preference.

Oh, they're all silly and ignorant,

like most girls.

But Lizzy has some glimmerings

of sense.

Mr. Bennet, how can you abuse

your own children in such a way?

You take delight in vexing me.

You've no compassion

on 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 20 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 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 as possibly you remember,

we have no son.

All the more reason why

you should take some responsibility...

...upon getting husbands for them.

No, you escape into your unintelligible

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've

drowned some of them at birth.

Mr. Bennet.

I'm glad you didn't drown me, Papa.

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 pecking.

Don't keep on coughing, Kitty.

Good heavens, have a little compassion

on my poor nerves.

Well, Kitty has no discretion in her coughs.

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.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, my dear.

If I'd known that you'd feel like this...

...I shouldn't have gone out of my way

to make his acquaintance last week.

- Papa!

- 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've been

acquainted with him all the time.

Since he signed his lease

at Netherfield, my dear.

Oh, Papa.

Did you tell him that you had

five daughters, Papa?

I told him if he ran into five

of the silliest girls in England...

...they would be my daughters.

Do you suppose our neighbors

from Netherfield are not coming?

Very discourteous if they don't,

considering Mr. Bennet gave them tickets.

Don't you think we dance

beautifully together?

I suspect you dance beautifully

with anyone, Miss Lydia...

...and I know I don't.

Tell me, who is the lovely creature

in the blue dress?

- That lovely creature is my sister Elizabeth.

- Then I'm in luck.

Please present me

when the dance is over.

Lizzy, 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're right, the weather's

too dangerous a subject.

To be quite safe, I shall ask you

how you like it here in Meryton.

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?

- 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.

- 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.

Kitty-- Kitty, your dress is too décolleté,

pull it up a little.

Lydia-- Lydia, there's perspiration

on your nose.

Don't get so hot. It's very unladylike.

- Oh, Jane. Jane, dear.

- Yes, Mama?

Of course, you're quite perfect, my dear.

Lizzy, do try to make a good impression.

You can be so appealing

when you want to be.

Oh, Mary, try to sparkle a little.

Just a little.

- A waltz, Mr. Darcy?

- Yes.

- How modern.

- Yes, indeed.

- Shall we have our dance now?

- If you care to.

- 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's so...

- So supercilious.

And my goodness,

he does have an air about him.

Pray, Sir William, who is that

uncommonly handsome girl?

- Over there, next to the pillar.

Oh, that's Miss Bennet.

This is our dance, Miss Elizabeth.

Oh, 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 loss

to the whole neighborhood...

...like an oyster shell

without an oyster in it.

Well, here is the oyster, madam.

But if I may be permitted to say so,

it is you who have the pearl.

Charming, charming.

Jane, dear, why don't you say something

to Mr. Bingley.

Good evening, sir.

May I have the honor of this dance,

Miss Bennet?

With pleasure.

Think of having a daughter

happily settled at Netherfield.

She'll be pricing wedding garments

tomorrow.

- My, my. 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?

I think my brother ought to

apologize for bringing us to a place like this.

He's so dreadfully undiscriminating.

He seems to be able to

enjoy himself in any society.

I'm not surprised at his being able

to enjoy himself in that society.

You've done a very

extraordinary thing.

- What?

- You have talked to me...

...about all your friends in Meryton

without saying one malicious word.

They're all such agreeable

people, so kind and pleasant.

That never prevented anyone

from talking maliciously.

- Your health.

- Your health.

No heel-tapping, Miss Kitty,

down in one gulp.

Choke up, chicken.

Put your hands over your head.

Oh, look, they're dancing.

That should help you.

My goodness, what a hullabaloo.

One is only young once.

That odious Mr. Darcy,

looking down his nose at everybody.

- Does he think he's too good for us?

- Come, sister.

Isn't that delightful, you like

riding as much as I do?

- Yes.

- I hope we may be able to ride together.

- That would be nice.

- Why, Caroline.

Miss Jane, will you take a 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 have 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...

...marooned out here in the wilderness.

- We'll arrange it, shall we, very soon?

- That would be delightful.

Oh, isn't this better than

brazening it out in the open?

No one can tell

we haven't partners here.

Oh, why is England cursed with

so many more women than men?

Mr. Darcy.

Come, I hate to see you stalking about

in this stupid manner.

- Why don't you dance?

- With whom?

Your sister's engaged...

...and there isn't a woman here it

wouldn't be a punishment to stand with.

But the place is full of pretty girls.

I've noticed only one and you

seem to have monopolized her.

Yes, isn't she lovely?

There's that sister of hers, Miss Elizabeth.

They say she has a lively wit.

Provincial young lady with a lively wit.

Preserve us. And that mother of hers.

It's not the mother you have to dance with,

it's the daughter.

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.

Lizzy, he didn't know you were listening.

What difference does that make?

He'd have said it just the same if he had.

“Oh, she looks tolerable enough...

...but I'm in no humor tonight to give

consequence to the middle classes at play.”

I think how we badgered poor Papa

to get him here. Oh, I could--

Oh, praise heaven, I have this dance

engaged with Canon 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--

-l was about to ask you...

...if you would introduce me

to Miss Bennet?

Oh, certainly yes. Dancing is a charming

amusement for young people.

In my opinion, it's one of the

first refinements of a polished society.

It has the added advantage of being

one of the first refinements of savages.

- Every Hottentot can dance.

- Yes, yes, quite so.

So, Miss Elizabeth, may I have

the honor to present Mr. Darcy?

He's eager to invite you to dance.

Now that you've been forewarned

of my eagerness to dance...

...I hope that you will

do me the honor?

I am afraid that the honor of standing up

with you 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 am begging to be excused.

The loss is mine, I'm sure.

You perhaps know best

about that, sir.

Miss Elizabeth, if you're not engaged,

will you honor me with the next dance?

I should 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 were better acquainted,

you'd 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

steward at the Darcy estate.

Young Darcy and I grew up together,

almost like brothers.

But I mustn't trust myself

on that subject.

Well, after what Darcy has done to me,

I wouldn't be a fair judge.

Oh, polka-mazurka. I didn't expect to find

Meryton abreast with the new fashion.

You underrate us, Mr. Wickham.

Meryton is abreast of 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.

- This is the day.

- Oh, 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 the engagement is actually announced.

Now, Jane, don't forget what I told you.

Don't be too distant with him, and be sure

and laugh when he makes a joke.

Yes, even if it's a bad one.

Especially if it's a bad one.

And try to sit where

he can see you in profile.

You know, although

I say it, I shouldn't:

You have the loveliest

profile in all Herefordshire.

Mama.

Thank you.

Oh, and, Jane, if Mr. Bingley should suggest

a stroll before dinner, don't refuse.

There are delightfully secluded walks

in those shrubberies around Netherfield.

- Yes, Mama.

- There won't be much strolling today.

Oh, dear me, Lizzy,

I'm afraid you're right.

Oh, and I had such hopes

of those shrubberies.

- Get out, Jane, at once.

- But, Mama, I want to go.

Who said you weren't going? Get out

and change your clothes immediately.

Take the carriage back to the stables and

tell the boy to saddle Miss Jane's horse.

But, Mama, you can't send

Jane out on horseback.

It's going to rain and she'll catch a cold.

Fiddlesticks, people don't catch cold

from a few drops of water.

Besides, if it rains, she won't be able to ride

home. They'll have to keep her all night.

There isn't a thing

like wet weather for 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?

- A week?

I hope your mother

won't be upset.

Oh, no. Mother will be delight--

I mean, she'll be grateful

I'm with such good friends.

Now, here. Turn this way.

This way.

Now open your mouth.

Say:

Once more:

The epidermis seems to have lost

its sudorific activity.

I detect distinct symptoms of pyrexia.

Oh, is that bad, Dr. McIntosh?

He just means you're rather feverish,

Miss Jane.

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 sinapism.

- A sinapism?

- A mustard plaster.

There seems to be someone

coming up the drive.

It would appear to be one of your sisters.

Miss Elizabeth.

Well, I'll go down and meet her.

Come in, Miss Elizabeth.

How do you do, Mr. Bingley?

We got Jane's note this morning.

She will be so happy to see you.

Thank you.

This way, Miss Elizabeth.

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.

But Dr. McIntosh says

there's some fever.

Doesn't amount to anything.

Nothing to get agitated about.

I thought I heard your voice.

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.

- Well, you didn't come alone, I hope.

- All alone.

But how shocking.

Don't you think so, Mr. Darcy?

Is it shocking for a 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 sunshine.

May I go to the village?

- May I go, too, Mama?

- Oh, I suppose so.

Oh, and stop that caterwauling.

Has anybody heard how

Jane is this morning?

Mr. Bingley sent a note over

by his groom. She is much better.

Such a happy idea of mine,

sending her off in the rain.

Yes, but to Jane must go all the credit

for having caught the cold, my dear.

How much longer are Elizabeth

and Jane going to stay at Netherfield?

We're hoping Elizabeth can

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.

If a young man should be in the house,

a young man who likes singing, of course...

.and 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 darling.

- That's 20 and 10 for the game.

- I have two and 20, I believe.

Miss Eliza, is your patient asleep?

- Is she better, Miss Elizabeth?

- Yes, her fever is quite gone.

I'm so glad.

Will you join us in a game of cards?

No. Please continue

with what 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.

I hope it will soon be increased

by seeing her well.

Thank you. I think she may

be taken home tomorrow.

- Oh, not so soon.

- I'm afraid so.

My mother's expecting a visit from our

cousin Collins, whom none of us has seen.

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.

- This will suit me perfectly, thank you.

What a delightful library you have

at Pemberley, Mr. Darcy.

It ought to be good.

It's the work of many generations.

Shall we continue, Darcy?

Oh, 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.

Its amazing how young ladies have

the patience to be so accomplished.

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 accomplished

unless she has a fairer 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 she must add

something more substantial...

in the improvement of her mind,

by extensive reading.

I'm no longer surprised at your

knowing only six accomplished women.

I wonder at 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.

Will you cut?

- Do you like dancing, Miss Elizabeth?

- Love it.

Soon as your sister's recovered,

I'll give a ball.

Oh, that's a delightful idea.

Pray, tell your sister that I am delighted

of her progress in music...

.and let her know that I am in raptures

with her beautiful design for a table.

Allow me to defer your raptures until I write

again? I haven't room to do them justice.

It's of no 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?

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 have not the smallest objection

to explaining.

Either you have secret affairs

to discuss...

...or you are conscious that your figures

show to great advantage while walking.

In the first case,

I shall be in your way.

And in the second, I can admire you

much better from where I am.

How perfectly abominable. What should

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.

- Good night.

Why disclaim punishment, Miss Elizabeth?

You deliberately inflict it by leaving us.

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 that will do.

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'll be.

Why, 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, Lizzy?

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, Lizzy?

Yes.

I heard only too clearly.

- Oh, Matthews, is dinner ready?

- Yes, madam.

- 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, madam.

Insufferable creature.

After all, Mama, it isn't his fault

he's to inherit the estate some day.

To think we have to feed the man...

...who's 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.

I sometimes think, my dear, you take an

unnecessarily gloomy view about my future.

Well, Papa, tell us what he's really like.

Well, from the little I saw of him

between the front door and his bedroom...

...l should say that he was

an uncommonly fine specimen.

Here he comes.

I have heard much, madam, of the charm

and beauty of your daughters.

Madam, I have heard much

of 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've not kept you waiting, sir.

- Not at all, sir, not at all.

And now let me present you

to Mrs. Bennet and my daughters.

I have-- Mrs. Bennet, my dear.

Mr. Collins.

How do you do, Mr. Collins?

I trust your journey was not too fatiguing.

Oh, madam, the fatigues of the journey

have been melted away...

...by the warmth

of your gracious hospitality.

My daughters, Mr. Collins. This is Jane.

- This is indeed a privilege.

- Kitty.

- Another privilege.

- Lydia, our youngest.

Mary.

And Elizabeth.

I am quite overpowered.

Madam, I've heard much of the charm

and beauty of your daughters.

But may I say that their fame falls

far short of the reality.

Unfortunately, looks are not

the only things that count, Mr. Collins.

Even a beautiful girl must have money.

And things are settled

so very oddly in this family.

Quite so, madam. 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.

Mr. Collins, won't 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 rank.

Such affability and condescension.

You surprise me, sir.

I had heard of Lady Catherine

as a very proud and haughty woman.

Such is a vulgar opinion, sir.

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 chose with discretion.

- Do explain yourself, Mr. Collins.

- As you are aware, madam...

...when a certain

melancholy event occurs...

.I shall be the involuntary means

of disinheriting your daughters.

I have long felt it my duty to make such

reparation as was in my power.

I quite understand, Mr. Collins.

Unfortunately, I cannot make

amends to more than one.

The difficulty now is one of 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, Miss Elizabeth.

- That is, if there's no prior claim.

- Oh, none.

- None that we know of.

- Dinner is served, madam.

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, Robert.

Very well, madam.

Entertaining the rustics

is not as difficult as I'd feared.

Any simple childish game

seems to amuse them excessively.

For you, Sir William.

Stop, stop, I'm going to fall!

Give another push, Denny.

Miss Elizabeth.

Elizabeth.

Miss Elizabeth.

Miss Elizabeth.

Miss Elizabeth.

Miss Elizabeth.

Miss Elizabeth.

Why, I say, sir. Sir.

I beg your pardon, sir.

Do you happen

to know Miss Elizabeth Bennet?

- I do, sir.

- Has she passed this way, may I ask?

No, sir, she has not passed this...

...but I suggest you try

the other side of the lake, sir.

I'm obliged to you, sir.

All clear.

Thank you, Mr. Darcy.

You've saved me from one of the most

dangerous bores in the country.

If the dragon returns, St. 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 a 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've heard.

- At a short range, of course.

And with a light bow.

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.

This way:

So the arrow goes like this:

That's right, now these three fingers so.

One, two, three.

Now, the left arm straight.

Straight, straight, straight.

Now turn sideways toward the target.

Aim for the bull's-eye.

That's right.

Bull's-eye.

And another bull"s-eye.

Next time I talk to a young lady

about archery I won't be so patronizing.

Yes, thank you for the lesson.

Thank you for taking it so well.

Most men would have been offended,

and rightly.

Would you mind telling me

why you're 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 hadn't

answered my question.

Mr. Darcy.

- You promised to give me a lesson.

- I give no more instructions to young ladies.

They 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 with such gifts...

...who refused to accept

an introduction to a man...

...who was poor

and of no consequence?

I should reserve my opinion...

...until I knew the circumstances

of the particular case.

Do you suppose the gentleman

would reveal those if he were asked?

No.

A gentleman does not

have to explain his actions.

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 dear, what can you expect of

one of his low descent?

I will tell you exactly 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 lesson.

I hope you will enjoy it, Miss Bingley...

...and that you will learn to direct

your darts 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.

Charming, Miss Mary. Charming.

Won't you favor us

with another selection?

Well, if you really insist.

- Papa, you must make her stop.

- All right, dear.

Very good, Mary, dear. Very good.

But, Papa, this is another song.

Oh, never mind, my dear.

You've delighted us quite long enough.

Give the other young ladies a chance

to make exhibitions of themselves.

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 with a toast

of the officer's mess.

A mother who's a most

diverting conversationalist.

To say nothing of your own dexterity

with 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's nothing I can do?

You can 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 admired what you did

this afternoon, Miss Elizabeth.

The resentment of what you believe to be

an injustice showed courage and loyalty.

I could wish I might possess

a friend...

...who would defend me as ably as

Mr. Wickham was defended.

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're so prejudiced.

Shall we not call quits and start again?

Mr. Bingley is going

to arrange a Highland Reel.

- 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 the week she was ill here at

Netherfield completed the conquest.

I knew it would. Wasn't it clever of me

to send her over in the rain?

Of course, Jane will see

that the other girls have an opportunity...

...of meeting all sorts of rich young men.

I told you not to drink

so much punch, Kitty.

- You're quite tipsy.

-l am not.

Hold up.

Hello, Lizzy. Hello, Mr. Darcy.

Look at Kitty. She's drunk as a lord.

I am not.

Ladies and gentlemen...

.if you will choose your partners,

we'll all have a Highland Reel.

- Such a gay dance, the reel.

- Won't you allow me to take you in?

I'm sure there must be many young men

who are eager to dance it with you.

Miss Elizabeth,

do you recall? The first dance?

Sir, will you please accept the humble

apology of one who's only just learned...

.that you are the nephew of my esteemed

patroness, Lady Catherine de Bourgh?

- Indeed.

- You'll be happy to learn...

...that when I left her two weeks ago,

your aunt was enjoying the best of health.

What graciousness. What condescension.

What snobbery.

Eliza, please remember that Mr. Darcy...

...is the nephew of Lady 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.

Jane, stop moving about.

Oh, little fellow, please don't cry.

Oh, there's Lizzy.

Lizzy. Lizzy.

Come and see how pretty this is.

Oh, that's charming, Kitty.

What a pity you didn't make it bigger.

We could've put it around Mr. Collins

when he grows too much of a bore.

How could you speak like that

about your charming cousin?

- But he's--

- There you are, Mrs. Bennet.

Oh, Mr. Collins,

we were just talking about you.

I thought you were walking

with Jane, Mr. Collins.

I left Miss Jane in the garden

with Miss Charlotte and the puppies.

- I think I'll join them.

- One moment, Miss Elizabeth.

Madam, may I have the permission...

...to solicit a private interview

with your daughter?

- Private?

- Well, I really...

Yes, indeed.

Lizzy will be only too happy.

Come, Kitty, I want you upstairs.

- Why do you keep winking, Mama?

- Winking? Why, I wasn't winking.

- But you were, Mama.

- Don't contradict. Come, Kitty.

But Mr. Collins could have nothing

private to say to me.

No nonsense, Lizzy.

Lizzy, I desire you

to stay where you are.

Come, Kitty.

Mr. Collins.

Come along, 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 have been

too marked to be mistaken.

I have singled you out

as a companion of my future life.

Please, before

my feelings run away with me...

...let me state reasons for marrying.

First, I regard it as the duty of every

gentleman in easy circumstances to marry.

Secondly, I'm convinced

it will add greatly to my happiness.

Thirdly, I think it right that since

I am to inherit your father's estate...

...l should 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, nothing remains but to me

to assure you 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 that it is a delicate

and charming custom of young ladies...

...to say no when they mean yes,

even to three and four refusals.

I am not discouraged

by what you said.

Upon my word,

you are very hard to discourage.

- My dear--

- Mr. Collins...

...you have made your offer.

I have refused it.

You can take possession of this estate...

...without the least compunction

or self-reproach whenever it falls to you.

Let's regard the incident as closed.

But I think you ought

to take into consideration...

...that in spite of your loveliness

and amiable qualifications, you're penniless.

It is by no means certain another offer

of marriage may be made you.

- Well, by all--

- So I must 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.

Oh, thank you.

You make me feel certain...

...that when my proposal

is sanctioned by your parents...

...you will plainly say yes.

- Oh, Papa.

- Lizzy.

- Oh, Papa, dear, I must tell you.

- Come in the library.

Lizzy, what--?

Oh, my dear future son-in-law.

Let me be the first to wish you joy.

Thank you, madam.

Indeed, I trust I have every reason for joy.

Of course, I know that my cousin's refusal

naturally springs from her bashful modesty.

Refusal? With Lizzy,

that does not mean bashful modesty.

But never mind, Mr. Collins.

She's foolish, headstrong,

and doesn't know her own interest.

Foolish? Headstrong? Dear me.

Those failures

will not make her desirable.

Oh, but you quite misunderstand.

Lizzy is only headstrong

in matters such as these.

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.

Lizzy has refused to marry Mr. Collins.

You must force her to change her mind

or he'll change his and not have her.

In which event, the matter will be

settled at a satisfaction of both.

Please be serious. Speak to her.

Tell her you insist upon her marrying him.

- Lizzy.

- Yes, Papa?

Your mother insists that you accept

Mr. Collins. Isn't that so?

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've 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 never heard of such a thing.

Besides, dear Jane need never know.

Oh, I'm sure it's the proposal.

I can feel it in my bones.

"My dearest Jane"..

She's lost him. She's lost him!

We've lost two of them!

- What's 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 thought

it was a declaration, so I opened it.

They've gone. They've gone to London.

- Well, who's gone to London?

- Mr. Bingley, his sister and Mr. Darcy.

They've packed up and left

without even saying goodbye.

Read it. Read what Miss Bingley

has to say.

Lizzy.

Well, nobody's 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 she'll die

of a broken heart, then he'll be sorry.

- Mr. Wickham.

- Oh, how do you do, Mr. Wickham?

You'll excuse me, won't you?

I'm too upset to talk to anyone.

- Lizzy will give you tea.

- I'm sorry you're disturbed, madam.

My visit is ill-timed,

I'm afraid.

No, no. Mama has just heard

some rather surprising news, that's all.

She'll be herself again directly.

I heard some surprising news myself

this morning.

- Really?

- Yes.

- But it was good news.

- Yes?

- 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.

You mean he was ashamed

of his behavior at the Assembly Ball.

Oh, that was nothing.

Thank you.

Merely 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 bore you?

Oh, no. On the contrary.

I am deeply interested.

How kind and sympathetic you are.

Would it surprise you to learn

I was once intended for the Church?

Really? Well, 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? Well, 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 can't let you keep him, Lizzy.

He's got to come and play with us.

- You're my partner.

- What an honor.

- I've been kidnapped.

- Won't you join us?

- Come on.

- No, thanks. Later perhaps.

Come along. Gee up.

- Why, Jane.

- Lizzy.

If you've 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, Lizzy, how can you think that?

After all, he's 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's fond

of someone else.

Doesn't want me to have any false hope.

She knows her brother's

in love with you.

She doesn't intend that he shall marry

into a family of such low descent.

Lizzy, 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.

- Come with me and we"ll have some tea.

- All right.

Lizzy, are you really as indifferent

to Mr. Darcy's departure as you seem?

Indifferent? I am delighted he's gone.

Wait till I tell you

the monstrous thing he did.

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, but--

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.

- Well, thank you, Miss Jane.

- But Charlotte...

- Charlotte's 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 Lizzy.

- Oh, Lydia, be quiet.

- The child is right, Lizzy.

Are you sure, Sir William,

that you hadn't been misinformed?

I am quite positive, Mrs. Bennet.

- Mrs. Bennet.

- Oh, there you are.

Come in and share in the rejoicing.

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.

Lizzy.

Dear Charlotte, I-- Come with me.

Well, Lady Lucas, little did I think

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...

...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, Lizzy?

In marriage, happiness

is just a matter of chance.

But, Charlotte, his defects of character.

You know him so little.

Well, ignorance is bliss, Lizzy. If one's

to spend one's life with a person...

...it's best to know as little

as possible of his defects.

After all, one will find them out

soon enough.

Well, luckily Hunsford

isn't the end of the world.

You must come and visit me,

Lizzy, very soon. Promise.

- I promise.

- Good.

- Put those over here, Patrick.

- Yes, madam.

Those will go on the chair, Nellie.

Big one against the wall,

small one there. That's fine.

- That will be all, Nellie.

- Thank you, miss.

- Thank you. That's very kind of you.

- You're welcome, miss.

- Now, Lizzy, give me your key.

- Don't you bother. I'll do this myself.

Oh, you'll 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 Gardiner.

So of course she had to have

somebody to go with her.

And Papa-- Papa had 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 40 percent of the noise.

Why, Lizzy, this is daring.

Yes, isn't it?

I haven't dared show it to Mama.

Mr. Collins. Mr. Collins.

- Oh, Lizzy, do look.

- Mr. Collins.

Well, what?

It's Lady Catherine de Bourgh

and her daughter, Anne.

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?

- Well, Mr. Darcy, of course.

I'll be back in a moment, my dear.

- Yes, yes, Mr. Collins. Proceed.

- Your ladyship.

- How do you do?

- Miss de Bourgh.

How do you do?

Now, let me see, Lady Catherine.

A flannel petticoat for Mrs. Hodge.

Quarter pound of tea for Martha Spratt,

a hundredweight of coals for the Burtons.

But nothing for the Smees,

do you understand? Nothing whatever.

You must learn to draw a firm line between

the deserving poor and the undeserving.

What wise benevolence.

Are the chickens

still laying satisfactorily?

- They've fallen off a little these last days.

- Then give them hot food, Mrs. Collins.

If that has no effect,

then it means they're incorrigible.

They must be killed and boiled.

Killed and boiled.

- Anne, you're not getting cold, I hope.

- A little, Mama.

Well, Mr. Collins, I shall expect

you all to dinner this evening.

Goodbye, Mrs. Collins. Goodbye.

- Permit me to say how I appreciate--

- Drive on.

--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, one of the finest timepieces

in the country.

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 mantelpiece.

Observe, Miss Eliza,

solid marble entirely hand-carved.

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.

Colonel Fitzwilliam, Mrs. Collins.

Miss Elizabeth Bennet,

Colonel 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.

All your departures seem to be

rather unexpected, Mr. Darcy.

You know, Miss Elizabeth,

I have thought a great deal...

...of what you said to me at Netherfield--

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 Herefordshire this summer.

You also know what drove him out again.

He liked the landscape...

...but the natives,

Colonel 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.

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.

Yes. Your father's estate

is entailed to Mr. Collins, I believe.

- It is.

- For Mrs. Collins' 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 Lewis 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 never heard of such a thing.

Miss Bennet seems to have got on

very well without one.

Don"t talk nonsense, Darcy.

Are any of your younger sisters

out in 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 interrogation?

- There are so many things to find out.

- It seems to be a family failing.

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 learnt.

You would have been proficient

at 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 her health 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 used to say to me.

"And I have an only son.

It's as though providence

had created them for one another”

...she used to say.

Incredible. I mean...

...exactly.

I mean

excuse me.

Don't stop, Miss Elizabeth,

that was charming.

Isn't that the time to stop?

When people still think you charming?

If I went on,

you might change your mind.

Miss Bennet.

I'm summoned.

That was quite creditable, my dear.

Miss Bennet wouldn't play

at all badly...

...if she practiced more.

Practice, Miss Bennet, practice.

You can't do enough of it.

Mrs. Collins has no

pianoforte, of course...

...but you're very welcome

to practice here every day.

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. Why talk of practicing

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 unfortunate.

Having already met you...

...I was happily prepared

for your aunt's manner.

Lizzy, Mr. Darcy's 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.

Lizzy, what's happened?

What's come over you?

Do you want to know the reason why

Mr. Bingley left Netherfield for London?

His high-and-mightiness, Mr. Darcy.

- I thought it was Caroline Bingley.

- She was half the reason.

I've just heard about it this very moment

from Colonel Fitzwilliam.

- Colonel Fitzwilliam?

- 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

what an amount of trouble he'd gone to...

...to save his friend Bingley

from an impossible marriage.

You can tell Mr. Darcy

that I'm not at home.

He must have seen you come in.

I can't tell him that.

After all, he is Lady Catherine's nephew.

Lizzy, 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...

...l admire and love you.

Miss Elizabeth...

...my life and happiness

are in your hands.

These last weeks

since I left Netherfield...

...have been empty,

meaningless days and nights.

I thought I could put you out of my mind.

That inclination would

give way to judgment.

I walked the streets of London...

...reminding myself of the unsuitability

of such a marriage.

Of 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.

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're ready to marry into it?

Do you expect me to be glad

that your family is inferior to mine?

I suppose I should congratulate you

on winning the battle...

...between your unwilling affection

and my unworthiness.

But I have never

desired your good opinion.

And if you were not

so lacking in perception...

...you might have

spared yourself my refusal.

Is this the only reply

I am 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.

- If the manner of my expression--

- The manner of your proposal...

...is only one reason for my incivility,

if I have been uncivil.

Had my feeling been favorable--

Which they never could have.

--But even if they had, I still have every

reason in the world 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 cause.

Even without this, your character was

revealed in your treatment of Mr. Wickham.

You take eager interest

in that gentleman's concern.

Who that knows his misfortunes...

could fail to take an interest?

-"His misfortune.”

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 would have been more agreeable.

I'm not ashamed of my scruples

about your family.

- They were natural.

- And should have been kept to yourself.

Let us end this distasteful subject.

Your arrogance. Your conceit.

Your selfish disregard

of other people's feelings...

...made me dislike you from the first.

I hadn't known you a week

before I decided...

...you were the last man I'd ever be

prevailed upon to marry.

You've said quite enough, madam.

I understand your feelings...

.and have 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.

- Allow me, Miss Eliza.

- Lizzy.

Oh, Jane.

-i thought you were in London.

No, they sent for me this morning.

Lizzy, 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.

- Lizzy, 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, they're unprincipled.

They never have a sixpence.

You're right there, my dear.

Mr. Wickham owes money

to every tradesman in Meryton.

Not to mention gambling debts

to the tune of 500 or 600 pounds...

...at the very least.

- Lizzy.

- Oh, Lizzy.

Oh, you don't know

how I've suffered, Lizzy.

Such-- Such spasms. Such palpitations.

Such thunderings.

Yes, Mama, I know, I know.

No broth?

Oh, I forgot those.

- When did it happen, Aunt Philips?

- Only yesterday.

It seems they're hiding

somewhere in London.

Your father's gone to look for them.

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's cold in his grave.

Oh, the vultures. They're here already.

Poor Mrs. Bennet.

I just heard the news.

It's too dreadful.

Mrs. Bennet, Mrs. Bennet.

Yours is a misfortune

which no lapse of time can alleviate.

No lapse of time.

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.

May I add that this false step

of one of your daughters...

...must prove very injurious

to the fortunes of all the others.

Oh, 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 this.

Miss Elizabeth. Mr. Darcy just called.

- I've shown him into the library.

- Mr. Darcy.

Oh, that odious man.

Don't you see him, Lizzy.

Madam, don't forget that Mr. Darcy

is a nephew of Lady Catherine de Bourgh.

Perhaps it would be better if I saw him.

Thank you, Mr. Collins,

I'd prefer to see him myself.

Oh, Mr. Collins.

Mr. Darcy. What brings you here?

Feel no alarm, madam.

I've no intention

of reopening a painful subject.

After what you said the other day...

...that chapter is definitely closed.

Bad news travels fast, Miss Bennet.

A few hours after you left Hunsford...

...I heard about George Wickham

and your sister.

I felt it my duty to come at once.

To triumph over 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...

...l discovered the plot in time.

Your sister has been less fortunate.

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.

Goodbye.

This is perhaps the last time

I shall see you.

God bless you, Elizabeth.

- Mr. Darcy.

- Oh, Lizzy.

I thought it was--

Has he gone?

Yes.

He's just riding away.

Riding away.

Will he ever ride back?

That chapter...

...is definitely...

-...closed.

- Lizzy.

What are you talking about?

Oh, Jane.

Jane, you don"t know

what happened at Hunsford.

Something so extraordinary,

so unbelievable.

- What?

- He asked me to marry him.

- Who, Lizzy?

- Mr. Darcy.

Mr. Darcy?

Oh, but Lizzy. What did you say to him?

What did I 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.

Oh, Lizzy, dearest.

I brought it all on myself.

It's all my own stupid fault.

Heavens, how could I

have misjudged him so?

What a fool I've been.

What a despicable fool.

Oh, Lizzy, dearest, we all make mistakes.

- You mustn't feel--

- How selfish I'm being.

As if I were the only one

to be made unhappy.

Poor Jane, my darling.

You've never done anything wrong.

Look what's happened to you.

- It's not fair.

- Oh, Lizzy.

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.

Lizzy, you've got to learn to dream,

like I do.

Sometimes I dream

we're out walking in the woods...

...and the primroses are out.

Sometimes he comes

riding up to the door.

Riding on a white horse, Lizzy.

And he goes in, and I'm waiting for him.

And sometimes we"re dancing.

And it's the waltz, Lizzy.

And the music"s playing.,

lights are shining.

Oh, it feels as if it could go on forever.

Oh, Lizzy, you shouldn't let me

go on like this.

Oh, well done, Mr. Darcy.

The question is, what to do now?

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

they've 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. It might have happened

to anybody in the same circumstances.

I'd better stop playing

before something worse happens.

- Good night, Darcy.

- Good night.

Good night, Caroline.

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.

This house with its sad associations...

...and now the people

being so dreadfully unkind.

It's no wonder you're ill.

Here's some delicious

chicken broth, Mama.

You must eat it while it's hot.

No. No, thank you, Lizzy. I couldn't.

You don't know how ill I feel.

Did you say it was chicken broth?

Well, perhaps...

...if I make a great effort.

There, Mama.

There.

Papa, what was that you were saying

about those nice cheap lodgings...

...you heard of by the sea?

- At Margate, my dear?

Yes, Margate.

To think that it should come to Margate.

No, Lizzy, I-- I couldn't eat any more.

- Not after that.

- Oh, but Mama.

Everyone says Margate's such

a charming place and so inexpensive.

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 utopia, 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, Lizzy.

Where nobody shall ever

even think of bonnets...

-...or tea parties or gossip or--

- Why do you have to tell Ma?

Tell them all. Tell them all.

My poor nerves.

Stop squabbling 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.

Polly is not a horrid old bird.

And if you think that I can

bear to listen to that thing--

- Aren't you ashamed with poor Mama so ill?

- A Bennet utopia, my dear.

But, Lizzy, it's not fair.

If Mary can take her parrot,

why shouldn't I take my box?

Why shouldn't we take the piano?

Why shouldn't Papa take his books?

Why should Mama have to leave

her collection of china?

Come along. Tell Mama you're sorry.

Go on.

- I'm sorry, Mama.

- We oughtn't to have made such a fuss.

I'm sorry.

Mr. Collins.

I took liberty and came

across the garden. May I be permitted?

Come in, Mr. Collins. Come in.

Thank you. Thank you.

Oh, ladies.

Miss Eliza.

I trust, madam,

I see 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 in the last

few weeks, don't you think so, Miss Eliza?

Does he? Perhaps the wish

is father to the thought.

I suppose you have heard

that we are leaving Longbourn, Mr. Collins.

A wise decision, madam.

Find some remote and secluded spot...

.where no one has heard

of your daughter.

Oh, my poor little Lydia.

What can have happened to her?

What is it, Papa?

It's from your Uncle Gardiner.

He's found Lydia.

- He's found her?

- Yes.

"And Wickham asked

for 1000 pounds at your death...

.and 100 pounds a year

during your lifetime.

These terms seemed moderate

and I took upon myself...

...the responsibility of agreeing

to them.”

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. He's a gambler.

And yet suddenly,

he has so much money...

...that he'll take a girl like Lydia

for 2 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.

What's that?

What can it be?

It's Lydia.

- They're married. Mama!

- Married?

Mama. Mama! It's Lydia.

They're married.

- What?

- They're married!

- Look, Mama.

- The 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 the 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?

Oh, a 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, Lizzy?

- Oh, prodigiously.

- So handsome and so distinguished.

And two footmen in livery.

Come, my loves. Oh, think of it.

A daughter married

and only 16 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 Margate.

Why, how glum you look, Papa.

What's happened?

What does all this mean?

Oh, how do you do, Mr. Collins?

How's your funny

old lady thingamabob?

Oh, I forgot. Wicky, Papa.

If you'll 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, Lizzy?

Ask me that question again

five years from now.

Five years? 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.

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?

Such a pleasure

to make your acquaintance.

- Do come in.

- Thank you.

Miss Bennet.

Come right in, Lady Catherine.

Come right in.

Won't you sit down?

Stupid child.

Things are in such confusion today.

So I see.

Yes. Yes.

I wish to speak to Miss Elizabeth Bennet.

Elizabeth.

Lizzy, Lady Catherine

wishes to speak to you.

I wish to speak to Miss Bennet alone.

You will kindly leave us, Mrs. Bennet?

Oh, certainly, ma'am. If you wish it.

I do wish it.

Come, children.

I hope we shall all have the pleasure

of seeing you later.

Possibly, Mrs. Bennet, possibly.

Yes.

Mr. Collins.

Be seated, Miss Bennet.

My poor nerves.

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 be true, madam...

.I wonder you gave yourself

the trouble of coming so far.

I came to insist upon the report

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've 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...

...l 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.

Bold words, my girl, bold words.

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.

And will you promise me never to enter

into such an engagement?

No, I will not.

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 pretend 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"re talking about.

Possibly, you don't.

But that rascal, Wickham, does.

Imagine it. My nephew, Darcy...

.scouring the courts and alleys

of London looking for him.

Setting him up with an income.

Forcing him to marry

that silly little flibbertigibbet.

Did he do that?

Thank you for telling me,

Lady Catherine.

- Thank you.

-i will not be thanked.

Let us have no more

of this mummery, Miss Bennet.

I shall not leave until you have given me

the assurance I ask.

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 refused not to see you.

- Did she?

- Most emphatically.

But 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-- 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 shall

ever be quite sane again.

But you wouldn't wish me to be.

No, I don't think I would.

She's right for you, Darcy.

You were a spoiled child.

We don't want to go on spoiling.

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?

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 my--

Jane. Jane.

Mama, I can't find Jane anywhere.

- 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--? Fine.

- Oh, why, yes. Yes. Let's do that.

- Will you excuse us, madam?

- 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.

- They didn't send one?

- They didn't for the good reason...

.that Charles Bingley had every intention

of bringing it himself.

- Himself?

- Yes. He came back to Netherfield.

I was rather expecting

to see him here this afternoon.

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.

I only approved a 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? 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--?

I 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 the language.

- Me?

- Yes, she really does.

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.

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.

If the facts were known

to the rest of my family...

...l 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 horrible things I said...

...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 Lizzy.

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 Lizzy.

What pin money she"ll have.

What jewels. What carriages.

Jane's is nothing to it.

Absolutely nothing.

And such a charming man.

I do hope you overlook

my having disliked him so much.

Oh, dear, dear Mr. Darcy.

A house in town, 10,000 pounds a year.

Of course, poor Jane

will only have five.

I wonder if there's any dish he's fond of?

I'll-- I'll go to the kitchen at once.

Mr. Bennet. Mr. Bennet.

Look.

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.

Colonel 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.

Think of it. Three of them married.

And the other two

just tottering on the brink.