De vier dochters Bennet (1961): Season 1, Episode 3 - Episode #1.3 - full transcript


I will be leaving Meryton for a few
weeks, and I'm glad for it.

The atmosphere at home has become
unbearable to me since Mr. Bingley,

in whom Mom had long
suspected my future husband,

suddenly left for London, and Mama
reproaches me for this every day.

The invitation of Uncle and Aunt
Gardner came to me as a salvation.

And maybe, just maybe, I will
see Mr. Bingley again in London.


Do not think I'm blaming you,
Jane, darling.

I know very well that
it wasn't your doing

that Mr. Bingley has abandoned you.

I mean if if you could have done so,
you would have prevented it.

- Oh mama, please.
- You're a very sweet child, Jane.

You have always courageously
promised the greatest co-operation.

You never committed sabotage,
like Lizzie.

She seems to think
that rich grooms

will just fall into her lap
like ripe apples.

- Mama?
- Yes, yes, I know very well,

that you think that Mr. Wickham
will make you a marriage proposal.

Not at all, mama.

But Mr. Wickham is a man,

who still has to gain
his position in the world.

It's quite possible that in the end,
he'll be forced to marry a bag of money.

While a vicar has a steady
income, a beautiful parsonage,

a nice vegetable garden,
fresh vegetables everyday.

Reverend Collins is marrying
Charlottte Lucas next week, mama.

As a suitor, you may safely
get him out of your head by now.

I believe it's time
for you to go, Jane.

Yes. I still have to
say goodbye to papa.

Jane, remember, when you're
in London with my brother,

that you write to Miss
Bingley instantly.

Yes, they have to know up there in London,
where they can potentially find you.

No-one from the Bingley family
will ever deign to make a visit

in a neighborhood as cheap as Cheapside,
mama, where Aunt Gardner lives.

Miss Bingley was always
very fond of Jane.

So much that she could
not bear the thought

that her brother would
marry my sister.

I will write to Caroline Bingley, mama.
But I leave it at that.

I want to keep the honour to myself,
and leave it entirely to her,

whether she wants to renew
the acquaintance or not.

No but listen here...

- Papa, can I come in?
- Of course, child.

- Ready to leave?
- Hmhm.

I will miss you, my daughter.

But I am sure that the stay with
Uncle and Aunt will do you good.

Wonderful city, London.

In any case, it will
help you to, eh,

forget that regrettable love story.

Tah, what a lover!

I do not blame him, papa.

Perhaps it was merely my own
vanity that affected me.

Women are simply too
prone to seek more

behind certain courtesies, then
just the civility, that they mean.

A confusion of the spirit,
which men feed all too eagerly.

But I'm glad you can already
surprise with such sense again.

The less the path of love
leads through a rose garden,

the more the bridal
rays approach.

I will miss you, child.

I would rather say goodbye
to Lydia or Mary now,

instead of my eldest, with her
most soft and quiet character.

- Farewell papa.
- Goodbye.

- I'll write you.
- Do that.

Do write to me directly, if you
should meet someone in London,

who can fully appreciate you.

Oh Jane, your basket.

Jane, your luggage has been put in the
coach, here's something for the journey.

Jane, will you write to me especially
about the plays you will see in London?

And about fashion.
And the parties and everything.

They say that the big city air
has such a stimulating effect

on someone's constitution,
just like champagne.

Will you write me if that is true?

Then maybe I can go to Aunt
Gardner sometimes too.

I'm afraid you're a bit too young
for that kind of champagne.

On country wine we can
at least keep an eye here.

But I will send you a pile
of novels, the latest.

Always just love on paper
makes you nervous.

And I won't forget piano music either.

With papa in the house, I can only
play without making any rumour anyway.

Happiness in print
and silent music.

Try keeping a healthy spirit with that.

My poor lamb.
But now I really have to go.

Bye Lydia.
Where is Lizzie?

Oh, her highness has chosen to
say goodbye to you outside,

and to catch a cold there.
- Bye mama, farewell.

Oh darling, if only you
had managed it,

to make that man do his
proposal before he left.

And if only Lizzie had
accepted that minister,

then we could have thrown
handfuls of rice right now.

On the contrary, now you are leaving,
and Lizzie is out catching cold,

and all that with the
spring cleaning coming up...

Goodbye, mama.

Now she gets into the coach.

Hill slams the door.

And look who's coming?

- Mr. Wickham.
- What a handsome rider.

Could he have come to
say goodbye to Jane?

No, he only tips
his hat for a moment.

He drives on?

- Oh, mama.
- What is it, child?

Mr. Wickham is taking the road
to the house of Maria King.

That doesn't surprise me at all.

The King home is a true fox den.

Just as calculating a set
as the Lucas family.

Thinking only of themselves.

Reeling in every young man
for their own daughters.

Everyone is on the lookout, to
bring a bachelor into the house.

Oh, I can't stand it.
My nerves!

Child, come here.
Go out.

Tell your sister that at
the final stop of the stagecoach,

stands Uncle Gardner and
he'll take her to London.

Yes mama.

Too late. There goes your oldest sister.

Oh well, she'll be able
to take care of herself.

She will make it to the Gardners.

But Jane, dear,
you're not ready yet.

Come on, sweetheart, hurry.

It's still muddy in the streets,

so do not forget to put
on your trip shoes.

Aunt, would you mind if I
stayed home this morning?

Dear child, you've been
here for ten days now,

and you still haven't
left the house.

I would have loved to
show you some of London,

but nothing will
come of it this way.

Aunt, I'm expecting someone.
A visit.

The visit you've been looking forward
to for all these days. I understand dear.

But my letter must have gotten lost.

Yesterday I wrote her
a second letter.

And if she does receive that
and she comes to see me,

and I wouldn't be home, that would
terrible to me, terrible.

A carriage?

Oh no, it's driving on.

I thought for a moment
that it was her carriage.

Jane, dear niece, do you think
it wise to keep hoping so?

You must know deep in your heart

that Miss Bingley will never
pay you a visit here.

But why not? She assured
me in her last letter,

to especially message her
if I would be in London.

And when did you receive that letter?

Just before her departure
from Netherfield.

That's a long time ago, my dear.

Moreover, people say
and write such things

very often without really meaning it.

But that isn't like Caroline Bingley.
She is far too sincere for that.

I hope so for your sake, child.

- Maybe the mistake is mine.
- How so?

Maybe she wants me to visit her.

No, dear child, your attitude
is perfectly correct.

In these circumstances it is entirely
up to Miss Bingley to determine,

whether she wants to continue
the acquaintance or not.

No no, you rightly
kept to the norms.

Faux pas would certainly be extremely
painful under these conditions.

There is after all some
class distinction.

Oh, I believe that matters little if
people really care about each other.

If that's the case with Miss Bingley,
then she'd better come very soon

if she wants to show any
evidence of that. Come, Jane.

There's another carriage!

Oh aunt, it's stopping!

Aunt, it's Caroline Bingley!

Oh, she's getting out of the carriage,
she's looking at the house.

Oh, what do you think,
can I wear these clothes,

what do you think aunt?
Or shall I change?

Caroline Bingley is always
very fashionable.

Dear, you look excellent like that.

And assuredly a lot
more handsome than she.

Now sit down.
Sit down, and pretend it's

the most natural thing in
the world to receive her.

Remember, no trace of nervousness.


A lady for you, madam.

Ask miss... Bingley to come in.

And don't forget now, Jane?

Calm, relaxed, completely at ease.

Sweetheart, stop swallowing.

Take a deep breath.

There, is that better now?

Miss Caroline Bingley.

Oh, Caroline!

What a surprise!

How do you do, Miss Bennet.

May I introduce my aunt, Mrs. Gardner?

Aunt, this is miss Caroline Bingley.

Maybe this is not a convenient time?

Perhaps you were just
about to go out.

Not at all, miss.

I'm going out, but
my niece is saying at home,

and she will be appreciate very much
having a change to converse with you.

Dear, would you call
John for the chocolates?

No, no thank you,
please, do not bother.

I'm only paying a very short visit.

Yes, that is something
that comes with London,

that one has time
for almost nothing.

I notice that time and again.

One has so many social
obligations, doesn't one?

Such an untold number of visits
to pay and receive.

Oh, sometimes I don't
know how to manage it.

Then you may rejoice, miss.

My niece would fare just the same,
had she not have preferred,

to keep waiting an exceptionally
boring ten days for someone,

who has now finally deigned to
come and see how she is doing.

Bye, dear, see you later.
I won't be long.

I wish you good morning, miss.

Are you sure you do not want any
chocolates, Caroline, Miss Bingley?

No, thank you, really no.
I have to leave again soon.

I do not like keeping
the horses waiting so long.

Your family is well, Miss Bennet?

Yes thank you.
We were surprised

that you left
Netherfield so suddenly.

All the more since your brother in the
last conversation I was to have with him,

assured me of having no intention
of ever leaving it.

Your surprise proves
how little you know him.

There is none more fickle
on earth than Charles.

What he believes to
love for one moment,

next leaves him completely cold.

Indeed he did not give that impression.

That impression was, as we already
established, extremely superficial.

Charles is charming, and knows
how to behave unaffectedly.

Sometimes a bit too
casual, that's true.

And maybe that's why there
are so many young ladies,

who read more in his behaviour
than is essentially behind it.

I know I think only
one girl who is capable

to convert him to
a steadfast love.

And who is that girl?

Georgiana Darcy.

But did not I tell
you that once before?

At Netherfield already?

Yes, you have spoken to me about it.

And also about his feelings for her.
- Right.

I am glad that my memory is
not playing tricks on me.

Is Miss Darcy staying
in London at the moment?

No, at Pemberley. But we
hope to see her here soon,

when her brother leaves for
Rosings to stay with his aunt.

This will take place very soon
and you should not be surprised

when you see a wedding
announcement below the news.

Charles will not let this
opportunity go by unused.

Georgiana is not only beautiful and
gifted, but also very wealthy.

Well, and the latter Charles is too.

That is why this marriage is
so appealing for both parties.

It is completely clear to me.

And you? Do you intend to
stay in London for some time?

Ehm, another month.

There is so much to see here.

Then I would spend that
month more productively

then has been the case with last ten
days, if your aunt is to be believed.

And now I really have
to say goodbye to you.

I have stayed too long already.
Charles won't know what's keeping me.

Did he know, that you
were coming to see me?

I do believe that I
indicated it to him, casually.

I would like to invite you for a
return visit, but unfortunately I see

no chance to free a single
afternoon the next few months.

I suspected so.

Would you to convey my regards
to your brother, and Mr. Darcy?


Your uncle and aunt
do not live bad here.

Your position is much better
than I thought.

Really a pleasant surprise.


Well, it was very nice
to have seen you again.

Give my regards to your family,
would you?

I hope they are doing well.
And you too, Jane.

Thank you, Miss Bingley.

John, will you see Miss
Bingley out, please?


I am very pleased, dear cousin, that
you responded so quickly and promptly

to the invitation, which my dear
wife made to you a few weeks ago.


Once again, welcome
to our humble abode.

I hope that the first visit
will not be the last,

we hope to see you
here again very often.

That's very kind of you, cousin.

How do you find it here by the way?
Very prim and proper, isn't it?

Cozy, I may say,
not too bad at all.

Do not you also think, that
my Charlotte, my mistress

I may say, should not regret her vows?

Charlotte always thinks much more sensible
in those matters than I do, good cousin.

If that's what you mean?

No, no, not at all, there's
simply no accounting for taste.

And now you can come and stay
here once in a while, can't you?

Then I can show you the surroundings,
which is quite beguiling, I may say.

But of course we'll look
at my garden first,

which can be called unique, I may say.

He does everything himself,
Reverend Collins, in the garden.

Weeding, digging, sowing, pruning,
cutting, everything himself.

And harvesting himself.

My own peas, you will
taste them some time.

And my string beans?
Like that.

None so strong in the whole county.

And juicy, I may say, juicy!

Too bad that you will
never eat them here.

My little lady loves to eat string
beans, but they disagree with her so.

- String beans...
- And that's why they're never served here.

My reverend has such a sympathetic
nature that he refuses to torment me,

by enjoying them for
himself in my presence.

I couldn't do that to her.

But for you, dear cousin,

maybe we can make an
exception for once.

Right, my little lady?

Nonono, dear cousin.

I do not want to bow to
your greatness of spirit.

I must admit, the description alone
already leaves me salivating,

but you not I will taunt with a
bean the mouth of your dear wife,

that would be inhuman.

So be it.

Besides, vegetables galore.
- And in all seasons.

Yes, I have to admit that
without my little lady,

I would never have hit upon
the idea, to grow such

a variety of crops
in winter as well.

But they will do well.
And a lot of physical exercise,

especially in the coldest season,
stimulates all of man's functions.

Oh yes. Now that I am married, I
feel stronger and younger every day.

Capable of much more, I may say.

Because of the stimulation of the
circulation, presumably, in all seasons.

It is indeed unbelievable how the
reverend has changed in many ways.

You should hear his sermons.
All on fire.

The marital status is a
paradise status, I may say.

Your happiness is a
vital consolation to me.

Yes, Lizzie, I am happy.

Come here, dear cousin,

so you can see the chimney
of Rosings above the treetops.

In that respect, he
has remained the same.

Lady Catherine remains the beginning and
the end of everything for my reverend.

The outhouse is much
closer than I thought.

Is Lady Catherine currently
staying at Rosings?

Oh yes. And what's more,

you will soon have the pleasure
of meeting her yourself.

In the first place in church, because
my sermons are never skipped by her.

And after that you will
surely meet her privately.

My person entails that, and not just
as a minister, you will find out.

She really is not unfriendly,
Lizzie, you just have to

try to understand her, and
especially not contradict her.

My little lady is pampered by her.

We are certainly to visit
her twice a week,

and she never wants us
to walk home in the evening.

The carriage is always ready.

Or, one of the many carriages
of Lady Catherine de Bourgh.

I am delighted that Charlotte has
been so lucky with her neighbour,

as indeed with everything, good cousin.

Let us hope, dear cousin, that you
will be equally happy in your marriage,

when it will one day take place,

for you seem to possess an attitude,

which is particularly
difficult to meet.

But let's not talk
about that anymore,

what is done, is done.

I will try to bear the damage with
my head held high, value cousin.

You have a backbone,
that be fully acknowledge.

We count ourselves fortunate to have
you as a guest in our midst today.

Isn't that so, my little lady?

Indeed, although we give each
other almost no chance to get bored.

Right, my brave?

I can hardly finish the work.

Oh look. I must immediately to
the garden gate. You'll excuse me?

What a rush suddenly.

Could the piglets have broken loose
threatening his heads of lettuce?

Oh no, I see only a pony wagon.

His haste indicates that that
pony wagon comes from Rosings.

Lady Catherine?

No, that is Mrs. Jenkinson,
Lady Catherine's companion.

And that is the daughter of Lady
Catherine, lady Anne de Bourgh.

What a small and tender thing.

Somewhat sickly, very cool.

Insufferably arrogant.

Seems an ideal wife for Mr. Darcy.

He's welcome to that good match.

- Lizzie...
- What?

I thought I heared your mother.

Who is the companion of the ladies?

Lieutenant Fitzwilliam, lady
Catherine's other nephew.

I think he is coming
to stay a few weeks.

Oh, he goes into the garden
gate with my reverend.

That means that we can expect
him here any moment.

- Are you really happy?
- I am.

I'm becoming happier every day, Lizzie.

... and she will particularly
appreciate meeting you here.

Dear cousin, I have a
special surprise for you.

Lieutenant Fitzwilliam,
a nephew of Lady Catherine.

Lieutenant Fitzwilliam, my
niece, Miss Elisabeth Bennet.

Your servant, miss.

Lieutenant Fitzwilliam brings
a note from Lady Catherine.

And although he has already informed
me of the contents of the letter,

I would think it particularly
pleasing if you, little lady,

would just like to read
this to your friend.

Since I've learned that you have
a guest at the presbytery,

and coincidentally I also have two
nephews of mine staying at Rosings,

i.e. Lieutenant Fitzwilliam,
as well as Mr. Darcy...

- Darcy?
- Ssh dear cousin. Go on, my lady. would be a pleasure
to be able to expect you

this evening for dinner with me.

It goes without saying that this
invitation also applies to your guest.

It wouldn't have surprised me if
Lady Catherine had expressed the wish,

that we would spend
the evening at Rosings,

but an invitation for dinner?

You will forgive me if I
reply to the note right away.

- Of course.
- But, my lady,

would you pour a glass
of wine for the lieutenant?

Here is the key.
You excuse me?

Sit down.

- I couldn't help noticing...
- Sssssh?

I could not help noticing how you
reacted to my cousin's name.

Do you know him already?

We met in Hertfordshire
during the winter.

A curious gentleman, to
tell me nothing about that.

I now remember that my aunt

did mention your name
in his presence.

He has most likely
completely forgotten me.

That wouldn't be a
credit to his memory.

Even less to his sense
of feminine beauty.

If you allow me to remark it.

You are very friendly, lieutenant.

Only sincere, Miss Bennet.
I mean it.

...thus it would be
very pleasing...

- Lieutenant?
- Lady?

Would your aunt really
hold it against me,

if I did not make use
of her invitation?

- What do I hear?
- Oh, but Lizzie, you must go.

Lieutenant, your wine.

- Thank you, Mrs Collins.
- Please, Lizzie.

I have a long journey behind
me, Charlotte. I'm a bit tired.

And besides, I have only
half unpacked my luggage.

So if you would be so kind

to convey my apologies to your aunt?

If you must insist, of course.

If you do not want to go for
the sake of my aunt or my cousin,

then let me try to persuade you
not to deny me your presence.

To decline the invitation of
my patroness for dinner,

good cousin, were an insult,

which could awaken the justified
wrath of Lady Catherine.

And for that we have not
granted you hospitality.

- Please, Lizzie.
- All right then.

You give me great pleasure,
Miss Bennet.

And I will tell Darcy
that in my opinion,

he is the reason that
put you off so at first.

No, no, no, please,
you cannot do that.

Lieutenant, may I request you to hand
this note over to Lady Catherine?

With pleasure.

To your health, ladies, reverend.


It is a real pleasure to be able to
frolic with such illustrious company.

Do not forget to ask
Lady Catherine,

not to serve string beans.
- Pardon?

No no no no no, she's just
kidding, is not she, rascal?

I walk with you to
the garden house,

so I can talk a bit to the
daughter of Lady Catherine...

Oh, the lieutenant is
really very amiable.

Quite something else than his cousin.

It was for Darcy, wasn't it, that
you did not want to go at first?

- Yes.
- Do you still hate him that much?

- More than ever.
- But why?

What more has happened in the meantime?

There hasn't been an opportunity
to tell you this before,

but before I came here, I
received a letter from Jane,

who is currently staying in London.

In London?
What does she write?

Miss Caroline Bingley only deigned
after Jane's second letter

to come and visit her,
when the poor child had been

awaiting her in vain for ten days.

And what Miss Bingley offered then,

was of such a nature that
it might have been better,

if she had not shown
herself at all.

- What did the piece of work say?
- She indicated,

that further continuation of the
acquaintance was undesirable,

and suggested a very close
relationship between her brother,

and Miss Georgiana,
the sister of Darcy.

The marriage connection that she
herself would prefer most, isn't it?

Yes, of course, in order to be
better able herself to catch Darcy.

But Bingley loves Jane.

And he would certainly have
come true for that love,

if his sister and Mr. Darcy
had not prevented him.

What I beg for you, Lizzie, do not
betray anything at Rosings tonight.

Oh, don't worry, Charlotte, that I
will shame you and the reverend

by throwing all sorts of difficult
subjects on the carpet tonight.

Of course, I know you
well enough for that.

But now let's consider
what we will wear tonight.

What we are currently wearing
is just excellent enough.

- But I have...
- Lady Catherine prefers,

that every class distinction
clearly catches the eye.

Then I'm sorry that I have
nothing even simpler in my luggage.

Is she really that forbidding?

It isn't easy, to prepare for that.

Now, at any rate she can't
be worse than Darcy.

Judge that for yourself tonight.

So if I have understood correctly,
your father's house and property

will fall to Reverend
Collins after his death.

- Yes Madam.
- Although I'm happy for you, Reverend,

still I must say that I
generally find it absurd,

to exclude the female line
from such an inheritance.

In the family of my husband,
Sir Lewis De Bourgh,

they luckily did not
take to such follies.

And, Miss Bennet,
what about the singing?

And do you play one or
the other instrument?

The piano a bit.

Singing hardly deserves the name.

Then it will be pleasant
for us to hear you later.

Our piano is certainly
much better

than any other piano
you've ever touched.

It's really a magnificent
instrument, is it not, Darcy?

Mr. Darcy and I
both worship music.

Mr. Darcy has already been
able to become acquainted

with the poor quality of my playing.
- Oh yes?

Miss Bennet and I met
one time in Hertfordshire.

Ah, what a shame that Georgiana
Darcy is not here tonight,

she plays delightfully,
like an angel.

Do your sisters also play and sing?

- One of them.
- Why not all?

The Black girls close by
have all had music lessons

and their father is by no means
so well off as yours.

Do you draw?
- No.

What, you do not you draw?
And neither do your sisters?

- Unfortunately, not a line.
- Bizarre.

My daughter Ann for example
draws magnificently.

Yes, she is decidedly gifted,
isn't she, Darcy?

Has your governess never paid
attention to these matters?

We never had a governess.

Indeed, very bizarre.

No governess, and
so many daughters,

just growing up,
in the wild as it were?

Anyone who only spoke two
words to Miss Bennet,

will have to contradict this, aunt.
- I am speaking, Fitzwilliam.

How old is your youngest
sister, Miss Bennet?

- Sixteen years.
- And she's already out?

Attends assemblies and balls?
- Indeed, ma'am.

Enfin. When in Rome,
do as the Romans do.

In our county they would simply
not think of presenting

their younger daughter if the
elder had not yet been married.

How old are you yourself?

With two younger sisters
who already reached an age

at which they can compete with
me on the wedding market,

can you not expect me
to own this to you.

Folly. You can not be
a day older than twenty.

And that is not yet an age
to beat about the bush.

How old?
- Twenty-one.


Aunt, could I ask Miss Bennet
to play something for us?

Yes, that is fine.

But soft music, very soft music,

the hard notes endanger
the conversation,

and I have something to discuss
with Reverend Collins.

Vicar, I believe that
your string beans

have last season reached a length
which is inappropriate.

I am sorry, but...

It does people credit
to always know their place.

Far be it from me to want to
compete with the crops at Rosings,

but so far your gardener has always
left it to me to grow string beans

and for that reason never
cultivated them himself.

I always suspected your favourable
wishes behind this kindness.

And not unjustly, but unfortunately
I see myself compelled

to come back on my kindness.

The beans have gone to
your head, Reverend.

The vainglory with which you display
them can only bring you inward harm.

Humility, reverend, is in your office
a virtue on which one should never

let come the worm of vanity,
and it is gnawing already, reverend,

it is already gnawing so badly that
you've lost all sense of proportion.

String beans like that.

If you decide at the upcoming
horticultural exhibition,

to enter string beans from Rosings,
then I shall withdraw completely.

No need to withdraw.

As long as you ensure that
they have the dimensions

that fit your social position.

And then I grant you the
second prize with pleasure.

No no.
Forgive me.

Mrs. Collins, what is wrong
with your husband?

I may assume that this
denial is gibberish.

Pride comes before the fall,

but when someone has just
plunged into the depth,

he shouldn't be blamed
for some dismay.

No, I mean, no second prize, I prefer to
withdraw my string beans back entirely.

As you wish, Reverend,
we live in a free country.

- You were staying in London, Mr. Darcy?
- Indeed.

My sister was staying there for
a few weeks, did you not meet her?

I have not had the pleasure
of meeting your sister.

If I'm not mistaken, Miss Bingley
visited her once, but not her brother.

He is alright, isn't he?
Not ill or anything?

The last time I met him in
London he was still healthy.

Do you know this tune, Miss Bennet?

- Oh yes, I know that.
- Darcy's favourite music.

I warn, he will criticise you.

Let him carry on.

I would be sorry if violated
his nature in any way.

And that because of me.

Do not let my presence
disturb you any further.

Lady Catherine told me that your
departure from Rosings is imminent.

Yes, Saturday.

At least if Darcy doesn't postpone again.

Mr. Darcy enjoys making
others dance to his tune.

But he has the means for that.

A man who is so wealthy.

As a younger son,
who sees his father's fortune

pass to his oldest brother,
I say this with feeling.

When did money ever stop you
from doing what you wished for?

Younger sons cannot
marry who they want.

Unless it's wealthy girls.

To which they usually focus
all their attention.

Mr. Darcy told me something similar.

You really judge Darcy a bit too harshly.

In reality, he is a much
better chap than he appears.

- Do you believe?
- Yes.

He gives a lot for other people.

For example, he stayed on
in London for months

to be of service to a friend.

And what kind of service did
he provide to that friend?

Darcy seems to have kept him
from an ill-advised marriage.

Yes, it goes without saying that my
cousin told me this in confidence,

because it would be very
painful for the girl's family

if something should get out about this.

What was there against that girl?

If I understood correctly,
everything, actually.

Her parentage, which was much
lower than that of Bingley.

Yes, my cousin did not
mention that name,

but I suspect it was Bingley.

Her fortune which
was completely missing.

And then her relatives.

Especially the mother,
who should be beyond belief.

Miss Bennet would
never miss like that,

if she had had lessons
from a teacher in London.

Her touch is not bad,
but that doesn't get one anywhere

if one does not hit the right keys.

Miss Bennet, sit down.

Your cousin told me that you set
the date of your return journey

to the end of the month.

Indeed, Lady Catherine.

But then you will have stayed
here scarcely for six weeks.

That is too short. I had imagined
your stay here much longer.

Write to your parents that they
should expect you two weeks later.

I am sorry, Lady Catherine, I must hold on
to the date that I have determined myself.

If you stay a bit longer,
I can take you to London.

If the weather is not too hot,
then I would like

to give you a place
in my carriage.

Your sizes are not so exorbitant
that they will get in my way.

Although your goodness has
no limits whatsoever,

madam, I must say to my regret

that I will unfortunately not
be able to avail myself of it.


Mrs. Collins, the carriage that will
take you home will shortly be in front.

It is almost ten o'clock.

Prepare yourselves, I do not like
to keep the horses waiting.

- Good evening, Mrs Collins.
- Good evening, Lady Catherine.

- Good evening, Miss Bennet.
- Good evening, Lady Catherine.

- Good evening, Lieutenant Fitzwilliam.
- Good evening, Mrs Collins.

- Good evening, Mr. Darcy.
- Good evening, Lieutenant. - Good evening.

- Good evening, Mr. Darcy.
- Good evening, Miss Bennet.

Miss Bennet?

Would you do me the pleasure,

of allowing me to come to you
tomorrow in the presbytery?


I am very grateful to
you for the hospitality

granted to my wife,
my cousin, and myself.

I expect you and your wife
here again soon.

And if your cousin feels like coming,
she can play the piano here at ease...

On the piano in the room of
my lady in waiting that is.

There she will not disturb anyone.

You are too good.
Thank you also on behalf of my cousin.

Good night reverend.

And as far as the string beans are
concerned: Smaller, and thinner.

Good evening, reverend.

Good evening, Lady Catherine.

But why on earth would
he come to see me here?

Could he have
overheard something

of your conversation with
Lieutenant Fitzwilliam?

I mean of what the lieutenant
said about Bingley and Jane.

Impossible. He was much too
far away from us for that.

By the way, I have not been
able to sleep all night for it.

What right does he have
to make Jane so unhappy?

Mr. Bingley is at
least as much to blame.

- How so?
- Rather a weak character,

to let yourself be influenced so by
someone else in your own love affairs.

Yes that is true.

Lizzie, there is Mr. Darcy.

I do not want to meet him.

But you have to.
Maybe he has an apology.

In any case, you must give him
the opportunity to apologize.

Where is the reverend?

Visiting the parishioners, you
won't see him for a while yet.

Thank you very much.

Miss Bennet.

Mr. Darcy.

Have a seat.

I was very happy to see
you again last night.

After almost three months.

Indeed, three months.

You did leave Hertfordshire very hastily.

There were things that
made the presence

my nephew Bingley in
London necessary.

His presence, and your
presence as well?

My cousin Bingley appreciates
my opinion very much.

And that is also the reason
that I like to serve him.

That is why I went with him.

So you are his counselor.

Only on matters of business?

Or on everything?

On everything, I believe.


Reverend Collins will be very
honoured to show you his garden.

Especially the vegetable garden.
Such string beans as he grows,

can only be surpassed by few.

Miss Bennet, stay.

I have something to say to you.

I have come here to ask
your hand in marriage.