Pride and Prejudice (1995): Season 1, Episode 5 - Episode #1.5 - full transcript

If you please, ma'am!

There are two gentlemen and a lady
waiting upon you in the parlour.

One of them is Mr Darcy.

Thank you.
Tell them I shall come directly.

Mr Darcy.

I hope that you have not been
waiting long.

Not at all.

May I introduce my sister Georgiana?

Georgiana,
this is Miss Elizabeth Bennet.

How do you do?

I'm very pleased
to meet you, Miss Darcy.



- I've heard so much about you.
- And I about you.

Mr Bingley is here with us,

and very desirous to see you as well.
He insisted on accompanying us.

May I summon him?

Of course!
I should like to see him very much.

I understand that you are fond of music,
and play very well.

Oh, no. Not play very well.

I mean, but I am very fond of music.

I should dearly love to hear you
play and sing.

My brother has told me
he has rarely heard anything

that gave him more pleasure.

Well, you shall.

But I warn you, your brother
has grossly exaggerated my talents.

No doubt for some mischievous reason.



Oh, no. That could not be so.

My brother never exaggerates.
He always tells the absolute truth.

Except that sometimes I think
he is a little too kind to me.

An ideal elder brother, then.

Oh, yes! I couldn't imagine
a better or a kinder one.

You make me feel quite envious.

I have no brothers at all.
Only four sisters.

I should have liked to have a sister.

(BINGLEY): Miss Bennet!

I was so delighted when Darcy told me
you were not five miles from Pemberley!

How do you do?

- I see you are well.
- Very well, thank you.

Good, good, excellent! And your family?

- Very well, sir.
- Yes?

Pray, tell me. Are all your sisters
still at Longbourn?

All except one.
My youngest sister is at Brighton.

Ah.

It seems too long...

..it is too long, since I had
the pleasure of speaking to you.

- It must be several months.
- It is above eight months at least.

We have not met
since the 26th of November,

when we were dancing together
at Netherfield.

I think you must be right.

I don't think I can remember
a happier time

than those short months
I spent in Hertfordshire.

Miss Bennet, my sister has a request
to make of you.

Miss Bennet, my brother and I
would be honoured

if you and your aunt and uncle would be
our guests at Pemberley for dinner.

- Would tomorrow evening be convenient?
- Thank you, we shall be delighted.

I can answer for Mr and Mrs Gardiner.
We have no fixed engagements.

- And shall we hear you play?
- If you insist upon it, yes, you shall.

(LIZZY PLAYS THE PIANO AND SINGS)

("VOI, CHE SAPETE"
FROM "THE MARRIAGE OF FIGARO")

Absolutely marvellous!

Will you not play again?
You played that song so beautifully.

Not very beautifully,
not faithfully at all.

You must have seen
how I fudged and slurred my way

through the difficult passages.

- It's a beautiful instrument, though.
- My brother gave it to me.

- He is so good. I don't deserve it.
- I am sure you do.

Your brother thinks you do,
and as you know, he is never wrong.

Now, it's your turn.
Oh, I absolutely insist!

In front of all these people?

I will play,
but please don't make me sing.

If you like.

Pray, Miss Eliza, are the Militia
still quartered at Meryton?

No, they are encamped at Brighton
for the summer.

That must be a great loss
for your family.

We're enduring it
as best we can, Miss Bingley.

I should have thought
one gentleman's absence

might have caused particular pangs.

I can't imagine who you mean.

I understood that certain ladies
found the society

of Mr Wickham curiously agreeable.

I'm so sorry. I'm neglecting you.

How can you play
with no one to turn the pages.

There, allow me.

(MISS BINGLEY): How very ill
Eliza Bennet looked this evening!

I've never seen anyone so much altered
as she is since the winter.

- Quite so, my dear.
- She is grown so brown and coarse.

Louisa and I were agreeing
that we should hardly know her.

What do you say, Mr Darcy?

I noticed no great difference.

She is, I suppose, a little tanned.

Hardly surprising
when one travels in the summer.

For my part, I must confess,
I never saw any beauty in her face.

Her features are not at all handsome.
Her complexion has no brilliancy.

Her teeth are tolerable, I suppose,

but nothing out of the common way.

And as for her eyes, which I have
sometimes heard called fine,

I could never perceive anything
extraordinary in them.

And in her air
there is a self-sufficiency

without fashion,
which I find intolerable.

I think...

When we first knew her in Hertfordshire,

how amazed we all were
to find her a reputed beauty!

I particularly recall you, Mr Darcy,

one night after they had been dining
at Netherfield,

saying: "She a beauty?
I should as soon call her mother a wit!"

(MISS BINGLEY): But afterwards
she seemed to improve on you.

I even believe you thought her
rather pretty at one time.

Yes, I did.
That was only when I first knew her.

For many months now
I have considered her

one of the handsomest women
of my acquaintance.

No, no, the green one.

Yes, that will do.

Good. No, never mind that.

If you please, ma'am.
The post's just come.

Thank you, Hannah.

A good girl, that. Very obliging.

Two letters from Jane. At last!
I had been wondering why we hadn't...

This one was misdirected at first.

No wonder, for she wrote the direction
very ill, indeed!

Would you be angry
if I beg you to postpone our outing?

Not at all!
Of course you want to read your letters.

We will walk to the church
and call back in an hour.

Thank you, you're very kind!

(JANE): My dearest Lizzy,

I hope your journey has been
as delightful as you anticipated.

We all miss you.
Our father most of all, I believe.

I have hardly had time to write.

My nephews and nieces
have taken almost every moment!

But they are such dear children.

Our mother indeed finds their exuberance
a little trying for her nerves.

Mamma...

She spends much of the day above stairs
in her room, or with Mrs Philips.

Dearest Lizzy, since writing the above,

something has occurred
of a most unexpected and serious nature.

But I'm afraid of alarming you.
Be assured we are all well.

What I have to say
relates to poor Lydia.

Lydia!

An express came at twelve last night,
just as we were all gone to bed.

(MOTHER): Mr Bennet, what is it?
Are we to be murdered in our beds?

(JANE): The letter
was from Colonel Forster,

to inform us that Lydia was gone off
to Scotland with one of his officers.

To own the truth... with Wickham.

Oh, Lydia!

Oh, Mr Bennet, we are all ruined!

You will imagine our surprise and shock.

To Kitty, however, it does not seem
so wholly unexpected.

I am very, very sorry.
So imprudent a match on both sides!

But I'm willing to hope the best,

and that his character
has been misunderstood.

I wish I could believe it.

His choice is disinterested at least.

He must know
that our father can give him nothing.

Yes, that is true.
But how could he do this?

She is silly enough for anything.

But Wickham to love Lydia?

Marry Lydia?

There is one lady
I shall be very loath to part from.

We expect them soon
returned from Gretna, man and wife.

I must conclude. I cannot be away
from our poor mother long.

I shall write again
as soon as I have news.

My dearest Lizzy, I hardly know
what to write, but I have bad news!

Imprudent as a marriage would be,
we now fear worse:

That it has not taken place.

That Wickham never intended
to marry Lydia at all!

Great God, I knew it!

I cannot think so ill of him.

I can. Poor Lydia.

Poor stupid girl!

Colonel Forster said he feared
that Wickham was not to be trusted.

(DARCY): She was then
but fifteen years old.

They were traced as far as Clapham.

Father has gone with Colonel Forster
to try to discover them.

I cannot help but beg you all
to come here as soon as possible!

Oh, yes! Where is my uncle?

If you please, ma'am.

Miss Bennet, I hope this...

I beg your pardon.
I must find Mr Gardiner.

- On business that cannot be delayed.
- Good God! What is the matter?

Of course I will not detain you,
but let me go,

or let the servant go
and fetch Mr and Mrs Gardiner.

- You cannot go yourself.
- I must...

Come. I insist.
This will be for the best. Hello there!

Have Mr and Mrs Gardiner
fetched here at once.

- They walked in the direction of...
- ..the church.

Yes, sir, at once.

You are not well.
May I not call a doctor?

No. I am well. I am well.

Is there nothing you can take
for your present relief?

A glass of wine? Can I get you one?
Truly, you look very ill.

No, I thank you. There is nothing
the matter with me. I am quite well.

I am only distressed
by some dreadful news,

which I have just received
from Longbourn.

- I am sorry. Forgive me.
- No, no.

I have just received a letter from Jane,
with such dreadful news.

It cannot be concealed from anyone.

My youngest sister
has left all her friends,

has eloped,

has thrown herself into the power...

..of Mr Wickham.

They have run away together
from Brighton.

You know him too well to doubt the rest.

She has no money, no connections,

nothing that can tempt him.

When I think
that I might have prevented it!

I, who knew what he was!

Had his character been known,
this could not have happened.

But it is all too late now.

I am grieved, indeed. Grieved, shocked.

- But is it certain? Absolutely certain?
- Oh, yes.

They left Brighton together
on Sunday night.

They were traced as far as London,
but not beyond.

They are certainly not gone to Scotland.

What has been attempted to recover her?

My father has gone to London.

And Jane writes to beg my uncle's
immediate assistance.

I hope that we shall leave
within half an hour.

But what can be done?

I know that nothing can be done.

How is such a man to be worked on?

How are they even to be discovered?

I have not the smallest hope.

She is lost forever,
and our whole family must partake

of her ruin and disgrace.

I'm afraid you have long been desiring
my absence.

This unfortunate affair will, I fear,
prevent my sister

from having the pleasure
of seeing you at Pemberley today.

Oh, yes.

Be so kind as to apologise for us
to Miss Darcy.

Say that urgent business
calls us home immediately.

And if you would be so kind...

as to conceal the unhappy truth
as long as possible.

I know that it cannot be long.

You may be assured of my secrecy.

But I have stayed too long.
I shall leave you now.

Yes. Thank you.

Goodbye.

I shall never see him again.

Even if what you say of Wickham is true,
I still cannot believe this of Lydia.

Ever since the militia came to Meryton,

there's been nothing
but love and officers in her head.

We must not assume the worst.

It may yet be
that this is all a misunderstanding.

Or just a passing folly
that her friends can hush up

and will in time be quite forgotten.

- It is possible, Lizzy!
- Indeed it is.

Why would any young man
form a design against a girl

who is not unprotected or friendless,

and who is staying
in the Colonel's family?

Look at it in any way you like.
The temptation is not worth the risk.

Not perhaps of risking his own interest.

But I do believe him capable
of risking everything else!

You are very quiet this evening,
Mr Darcy.

I hope you're not pining for the loss
of Miss Eliza Bennet.

What?

Excuse me.

(THE GARDINER CHILDREN): There she is!
Mamma, mamma! Did you bring us anything?

- Lizzy! I am so glad to see you.
- Has anything been heard?

Not yet, but now that our uncle
has come, I hope all will be well.

Father left for town on Tuesday,

and we've only heard
that he has arrived in safety.

Mamma has been asking for you
every five minutes.

- How is she?
- She has not yet left her room.

And you look pale.

Oh, Jane,
how much you must have gone through!

I am so happy to see you, Lizzy. Come.

Oh!

Oh, Lizzy!

Oh, brother!

We are all ruined forever!

If only Mr Bennet
had taken us all to Brighton,

none of this would have happened!

I blame those Forsters!

I am sure there was some great neglect
on their part,

for she is not the kind of girl
to do that sort of thing,

if she had been properly looked after!

- Mamma.
- And now here is Mr Bennet gone away.

I know he will fight Wickham,
and then he will be killed,

and then what is to become of us all?

Those Collinses will turn us out
before he is cold in his grave!

And if you are not kind to us, brother,
I don't know what we shall do!

Sister, calm down.
Nothing dreadful will happen!

I'll be in London tomorrow, and we will
consult as to what is to be done.

Yes, yes, that is it!

You must find them out, and if they be
not married, you must make them marry.

Above all, keep Mr Bennet from fighting!

Mamma, I am sure
he does not mean to fight.

Oh yes, he does!

And Wickham will kill him for sure,
unless you can prevent it, brother!

You must tell him
what a dreadful state I'm in!

How I have such
tremblings and flutterings.

Such spasms in my side and pains
in my head and beatings at my heart,

that I can get no rest
either night or day!

Sister, calm yourself.

And tell Lydia not to give
any directions about wedding clothes

till she's seen me, for she does
not know which are the best warehouses!

(MARY): This is the most
unfortunate affair,

and will probably be much talked of.

(LIZZY): Yes, thank you, Mary.

I think we have all
apprehended that much.

We must stem the tide of malice,

and pour into each other's wounded
bosoms the balm of sisterly consolation.

Mary, pass the potatoes
to your aunt Gardiner.

- I beg your pardon?
- (KITTY): Never mind. I will.

Thank you, Kitty.

That's the first kind word I've had
from anyone since Lydia went away.

It is most unfair, for I have not
done anything naughty!

And I don't see that Lydia has done
anything dreadful either.

- Kitty, please!
- Unhappy as the event must be

for Lydia,
we must draw from it this useful lesson:

that loss of virtue
in a female is irretrievable.

My dear Mary, this is hardly helpful.

For a woman's reputation
is no less brittle than it is beautiful.

Therefore we cannot be too guarded
in our behaviour

towards the undeserving
of the other sex.

Yes... thank you, Mary.

Now, Jane... tell me everything about it
that I have not already heard.

What did Colonel Forster say?

Had they no apprehension about anything
before the elopement took place?

Colonel Forster did own he suspected
some partiality on Lydia's side,

but nothing to give him any alarm.

Lizzy, I feel I am to blame.

I urged you not to make
Wickham's bad conduct known.

Now poor Lydia is suffering for it.

No one else suspected him for a moment.
I am, I am to blame!

You are not to blame!

No more than I, or Mr Darcy
or anyone else deceived by Wickham.

You have nothing to blame yourself for.
Others are culpable, not you.

She wrote a note for Mrs Forster
before she went away.

"My dear Harriet, you will laugh
when you know where I am gone,"

"and I can't help laughing myself
at your surprise

"tomorrow morning,
as soon as I am missed."

(LYDIA): I'm going to Gretna Green,

and if you can't guess with who,
I'll think you a simpleton,

for there is but one man
in the world I love.

Don't send them word
at Longbourn of my going.

It will make the surprise
all the greater,

when I write to them
and sign my name Lydia Wickham!

What a good joke it will be.
I can scarcely write for laughing!

Thoughtless, thoughtless Lydia!

What a letter to have written
at such a moment.

But at least she believed
they were to be married,

whatever he might persuade her
to afterwards.

Our poor father!
How he must have felt it.

I never saw anyone so shocked.

He couldn't speak for ten minutes.

Mother was in hysterics,
and the house was in confusion.

Lady Lucas has been very kind,
offering her services.

She had better had stayed home!

Assistance is impossible,
and condolence insufferable.

Let her triumph over us at a distance
and be satisfied!

That is unkind.

- I am sure she meant well.
- Yes, perhaps she did.

I am sorry.
It's just that I can't help but be...

Oh, Jane.

Jane, do you not see

that more things have been ruined by
this business than Lydia's reputation?

I have stayed too long.
I shall leave you now.

(THERE IS A KNOCK ON THE DOOR)

Come in!

I thought you would not be in bed yet.

I have been thinking about
what you said this afternoon.

That it is not only Lydia's reputation
that has been ruined.

I was angry and upset.

I should not have said it.
It does no good to dwell on it.

You meant, I suppose, that you and I,

and Mary and Kitty,
have been tainted by association.

That our chances
of making a good marriage

have been materially damaged
by Lydia's disgrace.

The chances of any of us making
a good marriage were never very great.

And now I should say,
they are non- existent.

No one will solicit
our society after this.

Mr Darcy made that very clear to me.

Mr Darcy?

Does he know our troubles?

He happened upon me
a moment after I first read your letter.

He was very kind,
very gentleman-like...

..but he made it very clear he wanted
nothing more than to be out of my sight.

He will not be
renewing his addresses to me.

He'll make very sure his friend
doesn't renew his to you.

I never expected
Mr Bingley would renew his addresses.

I am quite reconciled to that.

Surely you do not desire
Mr Darcy's attentions, do you?

No, no. I never sought them.

But you do think
he was intending to renew them?

You think he is still in love with you?

I don't know.

I don't know what he was two days ago.

All I know is that now he,

or any other respectable man,
will want nothing to do with any of us.

(MUSIC DROWNS ALL DIALOGUE)

Lord! Look who's coming!

- Who is it, Kitty?
- Mr Collins, of course.

I'm not going to sit with him
for anyone!

I had hoped to condole
with your poor father and your mother.

Father is still in London, and mother is
not yet well enough to leave her room.

Ah. Ah.

I feel myself called on,
not only by our relationship,

but by my situation as a clergyman,

to condole with you all on the grievous
affliction you are now suffering under.

Thank you, sir.

It has often been said

that a friend in need
is a friend, indeed, sir.

Yes.

Be assured, ladies,
that Mrs Collins and myself

sincerely sympathise with you
in your distress,

which must be of the bitterest kind,

proceeding from a cause
which no time can remove.

The death of your sister would have been
a blessing in comparison.

And it is more to be lamented,
because there is reason to suppose,

my dear Charlotte informs me,

that this licentiousness of behaviour
in your sister

has proceeded from a faulty degree
of indulgence,

though I am inclined to think that
her disposition must be naturally bad.

Now, howsoever that may be,
you are grievously to be pitied...

We are very grateful, sir, for your...

..in which opinion I am joined
by Lady Catherine de Bourgh

and her daughter, to whom
I have related the affair in full.

They agree with me in apprehending
that this false step in one sister

must be injurious
to the fortunes of all the others.

"For who", as Lady Catherine herself
condescendingly says,

"will connect themselves
with such a family?"

Who, indeed, sir.

Now, perhaps,
in view of that consideration,

you may feel it would be unwise
to stay any longer.

Well, perhaps you are right.

Yes, perhaps you are right,
cousin Elizabeth.

I always feel that a clergyman
cannot be too careful.

Especially one so fortunate as to enjoy

the condescension
and patronage of Lady Catherine.

Your thoughtfulness does you credit,
cousin Elizabeth.

I am very, very sorry for you all!

- Insufferable man!
- I suppose he means well.

You suppose wrongly, Jane.

His purpose was to enjoy our misfortunes

and congratulate himself
on his own happy situation!

I think it kind of him
to condole with us.

Is he gone?

Yes.

- Good!
- Forever, with any luck.

(KITTY): Here's aunt Philips!
She can tell us the news from Meryton.

- I doubt there's much we care to hear.
- Mother will be pleased.

Well, girls, here's a to-do.

Does your mother still keep to her bed?

No, but she keeps to her room.

Well, well, the less the servants hear
the better, I dare say.

Come, let me to her, Jane,

though Heaven knows
I have no glad tidings for her.

Every day I hear some new bad tale
of Mr Wickham!

Oh, Mr Wickham,
that everybody praised to the skies!

Mr Wickham, that half the town was mad
in love with. All the time a villain!

A very demon from hell sent to ruin us!

I have heard he's run up debts with
every reputable tradesman in the town.

Oh, sister!

- I have heard tales of gaming debts!
- Oh, sister!

Of drunken routs,

in which more things were broken
than heads and furniture, sister!

Oh, sister, stop!

Debauches, intrigues, seductions!

They say there's hardly a tradesman
in the town

whose daughters were not meddled with!

Now he's meddling with our dearest girl.

The foul fiend!

He shall be discovered
and made to marry her!

I have to say, sister, that I always
distrusted his appearance of goodness.

Aye, sister, so did I,
and warned the girls!

- Too smooth and plausible by half!
- But would anybody listen to me?

And now we are all, all ruined!

Oh, my poor girl. My poor, poor Lydia!

When shall we travel into Hertfordshire,
my love?

Come away from the window, dear.
When I have settled my business affairs.

These things always take longer
than one thinks they will.

- You're not unhappy, surely?
- Lord, no!

Just that I can't wait to see
my mother's face!

And my sisters'.
Kitty will be so envious!

How I shall laugh!

I hope we shall be married
from Longbourn.

Then all my sisters will have to be
my bridesmaids.

Oh, I do wish we could go out
into the town,

and be seen at plays and assemblies.

All in good time. Be patient, dear.

Lord, it makes me want to
burst out laughing

when I think that I have done
what none of my sisters has.

And I the youngest of them all!

Mother! Here is a letter
from my uncle Gardiner!

- Father is coming home today!
- Does he bring Lydia?

No. He and my uncle have not yet
discovered where she is.

My uncle will continue
his enquiries alone.

Coming home without poor Lydia?

Who will fight Wickham and make him
marry her, if he comes away?

Oh, Jane, Jane, what is to become of us?

Oh, oh, fetch my smelling salts!

I feel my faintness
coming upon me again!

Not now, Jane. Not now, Lizzy.

(MUSIC DROWNS ALL DIALOGUE)

(DARCY): Mrs Younge.

Should I go and get father?

He has had nothing to eat
since he came home.

Let me. You take mother her tea.

Well, Jane.

Elizabeth.

Mary, Kitty.

You look so tired, father.

It must have been
a dreadful time for you.

Say nothing of that.

Who should suffer but myself?

It has been my own doing,
and I ought to feel it.

Oh, papa.

You must not be so severe upon yourself.

Let me, for once in my life,
feel how much I have been to blame.

I am not afraid of being overpowered
by the impression.

It will pass away soon enough.

Do you still suppose them
to be in London, sir?

Yes, where else can they be
so well concealed?

Lydia always wanted to go to London!

She is happy, then. And her residence
there will probably be of some duration.

Lizzy.

I bear you no ill-will for being
justified in your advice to me in May,

which, considering the event,
shows some greatness of mind, I think.

I must take mamma her tea.

She still keeps her state
above stairs, does she?

Good. It lends such an elegance
to our misfortune!

Another time I'll do the same.
I'll sit in my library, in my nightcap

and powdering gown,
and I'll give as much trouble as I can.

Or perhaps I may defer it,
till Kitty runs away.

I'm not going to run away.

If I should go to Brighton,
I would behave better than Lydia.

You go to Brighton?

I wouldn't trust you as near it
as East Bourne. Not for fifty pounds!

No, Kitty, I have at last
learnt to be cautious,

and you will feel the effects of it.

No officer is ever
to enter my house again.

Or even to pass through the village!

Balls will be absolutely prohibited,

unless you stand up
with one of your sisters!

And you are never to stir out of doors

until having spent ten minutes
every day in a rational manner.

Well, well, well,
don't make yourself unhappy, my dear.

If you are a good girl
for the next ten years,

I'll take you to a review
at the end of them.

Oh, dearest,
shall we not go out tonight?

Can we not go to the theatre?

Lord! What in the world
is he doing here?

What?

- What a joke!
- Who is it?

- You'll never guess!
- Who is it?

Mr Darcy.

(FATHER): Come in.

Thank you, Hill.

Hill, what is it?
Is Mrs Bennet asking for us?

No, ma'am.

I beg your pardon,
but did you know an express

come for master from Mr Gardiner?

- When did it come, Hill?
- Oh, about half an hour ago, ma'am.

- Well, Lizzy?
- Papa, what news?

- What news from my uncle?
- Yes, I've had a letter from him.

- What news does it bring? Good or bad?
- What is there of good to be expected?

Perhaps you would like
to read it yourself.

Read it aloud, Lizzy.
I hardly know what to make of it myself.

"My dear brother,

at last I am able to send
tidings of my niece and Mr Wickham.

- I have seen them..."
- It's as I hoped! They are married!

"They are not married, nor can I find
there was any intention of being so,"

"but if you will perform the engagements

I have ventured to make for you,
they will before long."

- What engagements?
- Read on.

"All that is required is to
assure your daughter

"her equal share of the 5,000 pounds
she will inherit,"

"and also allow her, during your life,
1 00 pounds per annum."

So little? What about Wickham's debts?

Read on.

"Mr Wickham's circumstances are
not so hopeless

as they are generally believed to be."

- There!
- Read on, Lizzy!

"There will be some little money,

"even when all his debts are discharged,
to settle on my niece."

- I cannot believe it.
- Read on.

"We've judged it best that my niece
should be married from this house.

I hope you approve."

Kitty will be disappointed
not to be a bridesmaid.

"Send back your answer
as soon as you can,

with the explicit financial settlement.
Yours," etc...

How can it be possible
he will marry her for so little?

He must not be undeserving,
as we thought.

He must truly be in love with her,
I think.

You think that, Jane,
if it gives you comfort.

- Have you answered the letter?
- No, but I must - and soon.

And they must marry.
Yet he is such a man.

Yes, they must marry.
There's nothing else to be done.

There are two things I want to know:

One is, how much money your uncle
laid down to bring this about;

and the other,
how am I ever to repay him?

I wish I had never spoken of this
to Mr Darcy.

Dear Lizzy,
please do not distress yourself.

I'm sure Mr Darcy
will respect your confidence.

I'm sure he will.
That is not what distresses me.

- What, then?
- I don't know!

How he must be congratulating himself
on his escape!

- How he must despise me now.
- You never sought his love!

Nor welcomed it when he offered it.

If he has withdrawn his high opinion
of you, why should you care?

I don't know!

I can't explain it.

I know I shall probably
never see him again.

I cannot bear to think
that he is alive in the world...

..and thinking ill of me.