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

These past months have been a torment

I came to Rosings with the single object of seeing you, I had to see you

I've fought against my better judgement, my family's expectation, the inferiority of

your birth by rank and circumstance, all these things and I'm willing to put them aside

and ask you to end my agony.

I don't understand...

I love you.

Most ardently.

Please do me the honour of accepting my hand.

Sir, I...

I appreciate the struggle you have been through,

and I am very sorry to have caused you pain,

believe me it was unconsciously done.

Is this your reply?

Yes, sir.

Are you... are you laughing at me?

No.

Are you rejecting me?

I'm sure that the feelings which as you told me have hindered your regard,

will help you in overcoming it.

Might I ask why with so little endeavour at civility I am thus repulsed.

And I might as well inquire why with so evident a design of insulting me

you chose to tell me that you liked me against your better judgement.

No, believe me, I didn't mean to... If I was uncivil, then that is some excuse,

but I have other reasons, you know I have.

What reasons?

Do you think that anything might tempt me to accept the man who has ruined perhaps forever

the happiness of a most beloved sister?

Do you deny it Mr. Darcy?

That you separated a young couple who loved each other,

exposing your friend to the censure of the world for caprice,

and my sister to its derision for disappointed hopes?

And involving them both in misery of the acutest kind?

I do not deny it.

How could you do it?

Because I believed your sister indifferent to him.

Indifferent? I watched them most carefully, and realised

his attachment was deeper than hers. That's because she's shy!

Bingley too is modest and was persuaded she didn't feel strongly for him.

Because you suggested it.

I did it for his own good!

My sister hardly shows her true feelings to me!

I suppose you suspected his... his fortune had some bearing...

No, I wouldn't do your sister the dishonour, though it was suggested...

What was?

It was made perfectly clear that an advantageous marriage...

Did my sister give that impression?

No, no!

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

Our want of connection?

Mr. Bingley didn't seem to vex himself about that. No, it was more that that.

How, sir? It was the lack of propriety shown by your

mother, your three younger sisters, and even on occasion your father.

Forgive me.

You and your sister I must exclude from this.

And what about Mr. Wickham?

Mr. Wickham!?

What excuse can you give you your behaviour towards him?

You take an eager interest in that gentleman's concerns.

He told me of his misfortunes. Oh, yes, his misfortunes have been very great, indeed.

You ruin his chances, and yet you treat him with sarcasm?

So this is your opinion of me?

Thank you for explaining so fully.

Perhaps these offences might have been overlooked had not your pride

been hurt... My pride?!

...by my honesty in admitting scruples about our relationship.

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

Are those the words of a gentleman?

From the first moment I met you

your arrogance and conceit, your selfish disdain for the feelings of others,

made me realise that you were the last man in the world

I could ever be prevailed upon to marry.

Forgive me,

madam, for taking up so much of your time.