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[BELL RINGS]

Either the shell-pink
gossamer muslin

or the figured damask

would be most becoming
to your daughter, Mrs. Bennet.

Eh, 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.

[MAN LAUGHS]

Um, fashion decrees muslin
this season, madam.

That should be good enough,
shouldn't it?

JANE:
Yes.

Then, uh, 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.
Mm-hm.

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

[DOGS BARKING]

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.

H-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, eh,
send over to the inn

and find out if they're stopping
in the vicinity.

Eh, slyly, of course.

Oh, the hostler
will tell us.

La, 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?

They're the new tenants
of Netherfield Park.

Netherfield Park
is let at last.

And to a young man
of importance.

His name is Bingley.

Is the young woman Mrs. Bingley?

No, dear. That's the pleasantest
part of it.

She's his sister.

She's his sister, 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. PHILIPS:
Ah, 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, ah, 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?

Shh.

Good morning,
Lady Lucas.

Oh, good morning,
Mrs. Bennet.

We shall meet
at the Assembly Ball, of course.

Yes, indeed.
Goodbye, sister.

You mustn't leave, Lady Lucas,
till Mr. Beck has shown you

that exquisite piece
of flower damask. Ha-ha!

Goodbye.
Bye.

JANE:
Goodbye, Lady Lucas.
Goodbye.

ELIZABETH:
Come over to Longbourn soon.

Mama.

Heaven only knows
where your sisters are,

and we must get home
at once.

But, Mama, why?

Your father must call
on Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy

this very afternoon.

If he doesn't,
the Lucases will.

Now, there's no time
to be lost.

But the damask,
milady.

Oh, we'll choose the material
some other time, Mr. Beck.

Come, Charlotte.

Hurry, my dear.

Where are those girls?

Whenever I want them,
I never can find them.

There's Mary, Mama.

Ye-- Oh, Mary.

Mary!

Isn't that just like
the girl.

Eh, eh, Mary.

Mar--
Eh.

Mary.

[WHISPERS]
Come out.

[GROANS]

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.

Y-- Officers, yes.
Come, girls.

[PUPPETS SCREECHING]

Oh, yeah?

[ALL LAUGH]

Is that the way you'd treat
a wife, Mr. Wickham?

More likely to be the way
she'd treat me, Miss Lydia.

Oh, Mama,
there they are.

[STAMMERING]

Where?

There. Look.

Kitty,
there's Mama.

MRS. BENNET:
Kitty, Lydia.

Eh, eh--
Come here.

Those two are getting sillier
and sillier over officers.

I don't know why
you permit it, Mama.

I had a weakness
for the military myself

when I was young.

Oh, Mama, do we have to
go home so soon?

We 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.

[CHATTERING]

Stay where you are, Jennings.
There's no time to lose.

Would you take this, please?
Thank you.

Mama,
can't we stay here?

[ALL CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]

[♪]

Look, Mama, Lady Lucas'
carriage.

Pass them, Higgins.
Pass them.

Overtake them, Jennings!
Overtake them.

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

Ah, that'll teach her
a lesson. Ha-ha!

Keep on going,
Jennings.

I must tell your papa about this
at once.

No time to lose.

Uh, 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.

Mm-hm.

Did you hear me?

Netherfield Park
has been let at last.

Indeed, Mrs. Bennet.

Well, don't you want to hear
who's taken it?

Well, 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,
a woman hasn't much beauty

to think of, my dear.

Now, seriously, Mr. Bennet,

you must go and see
Mr. Bingley.

If you don't, Sir William
and Lady Lucas

will get there
before us. Hm-hm!

You should've seen her
galloping her horses

to beat me from the village
just now.

Did she win?

Ha! Indeed she did not.

But she'd stop at nothing

to get Mr. Bingley interested
in her Charlotte.

Well, I'll tell you
what I'll do, my dear.

I'll write to assure him
of my hearty consent

to his marrying whichever
he chooses of the girls.

Though I must 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.

[GASPS]

But Lizzy has some glimmerings
of sense.

Mr. Bennet,

how can you abuse
your own children in such a way?

[VOICE BREAKING]
You take delight
in vexing me.

You've no compassion
on my poor nerves.

[SOBS]

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-- 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.

[PIANO PLAYING]

All the more reason

why you should take
some responsibility

upon getting husbands
for them. Heh-heh!

No, you escape into
your unintelligible books

and leave everything
to me.

Look at them.
[PIANO STOPS]

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.

[PIANO PLAYING RESUMES]

Ha-ha-ha! I'm glad you
didn't drown me, Papa.

Much too nice
just being alive,

even if I never
had a husband.

Well, I hope Mr. Bingley
likes the hat.

[COUGHS]

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.

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.

Eh? 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.

[DAUGHTERS GASP]
Papa!

Oh,
it's very unlucky.

I even gave him tickets
to the Assembly Ball.

[ALL GIGGLING]

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.

[ALL CHATTERING]

Did you tell him

that you had
five daughters, Papa?

Well, I told him
if he ran into

five of the silliest girls
in England,

they would be my daughters.

[LAUGHTER]

[BALLROOM MUSIC PLAYING]

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.

Ah, 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.

Ah, 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?
Uh--

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.

Uh, 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, Lizzy, do try to make
a good impression.

You can be so appealing
when you want to be.

Oh, uh, Mary,
try to sparkle a little.

Just a little.

[BAND PLAYING WALTZ]

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?

WILLIAM: Who?
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.

Oh, uh, 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.

[GIGGLING]

Hey. 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?

Really, 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.

Miss Bennet, you've done
a very extraordinary thing.

What?
You have talked to me

about all your friends
in Meryton

without saying
one malicious word.

But they're all such
agreeable people,

so kind and pleasant.

That never prevented anyone
from talking maliciously.

[CHATTERING]

[LAUGHTER]

Your health.
Your health.

Uh-uh, no heel-tapping,
Miss Kitty.

Down in one gulp.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[COUGHING]

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 shall 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?

[CHUCKLES]

BINGLEY:
Mr. Darcy.

Come, I hate to see you
stalking about by yourself

in a stupid manner.

Why don't you dance?
With whom?

Your sister's engaged and there
isn't another woman in the room

it wouldn't be a punishment
for me to stand up with.

BINGLEY:
But the place is full
of pretty girls.

DARCY:
I've noticed only one, and you
seem to have monopolized her.

BINGLEY:
Yes, isn't she lovely?

But there's that sister of hers,
Miss Elizabeth.

They say she has a lively wit.

Uhh, provincial young lady
with a lively wit.

Heaven preserve us.
And there's that mother of hers.

BINGLEY:
It's not the mother
you have to dance with.

It's the daughter.
She's charming.

DARCY:
Yes, she looks tolerable enough.

But I'm in no humor tonight
to give consequence

to the middle classes at play.

What a charming man.

Of all the arrogant,
detestable snobs.

Oh, but, 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."

And 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--
I was about to ask you

if you would do me the kindness
to 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,
sir, 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
with you,

I hope that you will
do me the honor?

I am afraid that the honor
of standing up with you,

Mr. Darcy,
is more than I can bear.

Pray, excuse me.

Am I to understand that you

do not wish to dance with me,
Miss Bennet?

Sir, I 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.

After what Darcy
has done to me, I--

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.

MRS. BENNET:
Things are working out
exactly as I hoped

the first minute I set eyes
on Mr. Bingley.

What's this
about Mr. Bingley?

I'm dining with him
and his sister, Papa.

This is the day.
Oh, 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, dear,
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, Mama.

MRS. BENNET:
Oh, dear me, Lizzy,
I'm afraid you're right.

Oh, and I had such hopes
of those shrubberies.

Get out, Jane.
Get out, dear, 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.

If it rains she won't be able
to ride home after dinner.

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.

[♪]

[COUGHING]

You'll be confined here

for at least a week,
Miss Bennet.

A week?
A week?

I hope your mother
won't be too much upset.

Oh, no.
Mother will be delight--

I mean, she'll be grateful
I'm with such good friends.

[GASPS]

Now, tea.
Thoroughly sweet.

This way.

Now, open your mouth.

Say "ah."

Ah.

Once more. "Ah."
Ah.

A-a-achoo!

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.

Oh.

McINTOSH:
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.

MISS BINGLEY:
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.

Oh.

How do you do, Mr. Bingley?
We got Jane's note this morning.

She will be so happy
to see you.

Thank you.

Uh, this way,
Miss Elizabeth.

Please forgive me,
Miss Bingley,

I'm afraid it's
a great intrusion.

My uneasiness about my sister
must be my excuse.

It's just a little cold,
that's all.

Ah, but Dr. McIntosh says
there's some fever.

It doesn't amount to anything.
Nothing to get agitated about.

I thought I heard your voice,
Miss Elizabeth.

Have you come to visit
your sister?

And she seems actually
to have walked.

The horses were needed
at the farm.

I had no alternative.

You didn't come alone, I hope.
All alone.

But how shocking.

Don't you think so,
Mr. Darcy?

Is it shocking
for a young lady

to be concerned
about her sister?

But to have come all this way
unaccompanied, and on foot.

Mr. Bingley, would it be
possible for me to see Jane?

At once.
I'll take you up myself.

[♪]

MARY:
♪ Thou green-crested
Lapwing... ♪

Papa, listen to Mary.

I can't help listening,
my dear.

Will you be quiet!

♪ I charge you
Disturb not... ♪

Mama, the sunshine.

May I go to the village?

Mm. May I go, too,
Mama?

[MARY CONTINUES SINGING]
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?

Well, we're hoping
Elizabeth can manage

to catch a cold of her own

and stay long enough
to get engaged to Mr. Darcy.

Then if a good snowstorm
could be arranged,

we'd send Kitty over.
[GIGGLES]

And if a young man should
happen to 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.

Ah.

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, thank you. 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.

Hm. Is that true,
Miss Elizabeth?

Not at all.
I'm not a great reader,

and I have pleasure in many
frivolous things. Thank you.

I'm sure you have pleasure
in nursing your sister,

and I hope it will
soon be increased

by seeing her quite well.

Thank you. I think she may
be taken home tomorrow.

Oh, not so soon.
I'm afraid so.

You see, my mother's expecting
a visit from our cousin Collins,

whom none of us has ever 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
if you care for none of these.

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.

It's amazing to me
how young ladies

can have the patience to be
so accomplished as they all are.

All young ladies are not
accomplished, Charles.

BINGLEY:
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.

MISS BINGLEY:
Nor I.

What do you think,
Miss Eliza?

I think that you and Mr. Darcy
must comprehend a great deal

in your idea
of the accomplished woman.

I do.

Oh, certainly.

No one can really
be esteemed accomplished

unless she has
a thorough knowledge

of music, singing, dancing

and the modern languages.

Besides, she must
also possess a certain something

in the tone of her voice,

in her address,
in her expressions,

as well as in her figure
and carriage.

To which 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.

As soon as your sister has fully
recovered, I'll give a ball.

Oh, that's
a delightful idea.

Pray, tell your sister
that I am delighted

to hear
of her progress in music.

And let her know
that I am quite in raptures

with her beautiful
little design for a table.

Will you allow me to defer your
raptures until I write again?

I really 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?

Uh, 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.
[CHUCKLES]

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 the greatest advantage
while walking.

In the first case, I should be
completely 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,

when you deliberately inflict it
by leaving us so soon?

If my departure
is any punishment, Mr. Darcy,

you are quite right.

My character reading
is not too brilliant.

Good night, sir.

[PLAYING SLOW WALTZ]

Charming, my dear.
Charming.

But, uh,
that will do.

Uh, 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.

MRS. BENNET:
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.

MATTHEWS:
Very well, madam.

Insufferable creature.

After all, Mama,
it isn't his fault

he's to inherit
the estate someday.

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.

[CLEARS THROAT]

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,

I 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.

Ahem.
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.

Ahem. My daughters,
Mr. Collins. This is Jane.

This is indeed a privilege.

MR. BENNET:
Kitty.

Another privilege.

MR. BENNET:
Lydia, our youngest.

Mary.

And Elizabeth.

I am quite overpowered.

Madam, I have 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 ugly in this family.

Uh, 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.

Ahem. 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.

COLLINS:
Such is a vulgar
opinion, sir.

But I can assure you,

although I act
as her ladyship's librarian,

she has always spoken to me

as she would
to any other gentleman.

[DISCORDANT NOTE]
MR. BENNET: Not really.

COLLINS:
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.

Oh.

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, uh, choice.

Mm.

I think perhaps

Miss Jane.

I'm sorry to disappoint you,
Mr. Collins,

but Jane
is practically engaged.

Uh, we are expecting a proposal
any moment now.

Well, then,
Miss Elizabeth.

That is, if there's
no prior claim.

MRS. BENNET:
Oh, none.

None that we know of.

MATTHEWS:
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.

[LICKS LIPS]

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.

[CHATTERING, LAUGHTER]

For you, Sir William.

[WOMAN SQUEALS]

[CHATTERING, LAUGHING]

[WOMEN SCREAM PLAYFULLY]

Stop, stop,
I'm going to fall!

Give another push, Denny.

[BOTH SCREAM PLAYFULLY]

COLLINS:
Miss Elizabeth.

Elizabeth.

Miss Elizabeth.

Miss Elizabeth.

COLLINS:
Miss Elizabeth.

Miss Elizabeth.

Miss Elizabeth.

Why, I say, sir. Sir.
I beg your pardon, sir.

Do you--? Do you happen
to know Miss Elizabeth Bennet?

I do, sir.

Has she--? Has she
passed this way, may I ask?

DARCY:
No, sir, she has not
passed this spot.

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,

Saint 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?

Oh-ho. 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.

Hm. What a bad shot.

Oh, 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,
uh, 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.

Uh...

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.

[LAUGHS]

Thank you
for taking it so well.

Most men would have been
offended, and rightly.

Would you mind telling me,
Miss Bennet,

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.

MISS BINGLEY:
Mr. Darcy.

You promised to give me
a lesson with the darts.

I give no more instructions
to young ladies.

Hereafter, 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.

[ARROW THUNKS]

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 another 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 circumstances

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.

MARY:
♪ Flow gently, sweet Afton
Among thy green braes ♪

♪ Flow gently, I'll sing thee
A song in thy praise ♪

♪ My Mary's asleep
By thy murmuring stream ♪

♪ Flow gently, sweet Afton ♪

♪ Disturb not her dream ♪

♪ Thou stock dove whose echo
Resounds from the hill ♪

♪ Ye wild whistling blackbirds ♪

♪ In yon thorny dell ♪

[OUT OF TUNE]
♪ Thou... ♪

♪ Green-crested lapwing ♪

♪ Thy screaming forbear ♪

♪ I charge you, disturb not ♪

♪ My slumbering fair ♪

[ALL APPLAUD]

Charming, Miss Mary.
Charming.

Won't you favor us
with another selection?

MARY:
Well, if you really insist.

Papa, you must
make her stop.

All right, dear.
Shh, shh.

[CLEARS THROAT]

[CLAPPING]

Very good, Mary, dear.
Very good.

But, Papa,
this is another song.

Eh? Oh.

Oh, never mind, my dear.

You've delighted us
quite long enough.

Give the other young ladies
a chance

to make exhibitions
of themselves.

Ah, 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 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 that
I might possess a friend

who would defend me as ably as
Mr. Wickham was defended today.

You're very puzzling,
Mr. Darcy.

At this moment,

it's difficult to believe
that you're so...proud.

At this moment,

it's difficult to believe
that you are so prejudiced.

Shall we not call quits
and start again?

[JANE LAUGHING]

Oh, Lizzy, Mr. Bingley
is going to arrange

a Highland Reel for us.
Come along.

Yes, please do.

Shall we?

I must insist that you look
at Jane and Mr. Bingley.

The dear boy makes
no secret of his admiration.

And 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?

And of course,
dear Jane will see

that the other girls have
an opportunity

of meeting all sorts of
rich young men.

[LAUGHING]

I told you not to drink
so much punch, Kitty.

You know,
you're quite tipsy.

I am not.

[ALL LAUGHING]

Hold it! Hold up.

Stupid step.

[LAUGHING]
Hello, Lizzy.
Hello, Mr. Darcy.

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

I am not.

[ALL LAUGHING LOUDLY]

MAN:
Ladies and gentlemen,

if you will choose
your partners,

we'll all have a Highland Reel.

[ALL CHEER]

[MUSIC PLAYING INSIDE]

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.

Ah, Miss Elizabeth,

do you recall?
The first dance?

Ah, sir, will you please accept
the humble apology

of one who's only just learned
you are the nephew

of my esteemed patroness,
Lady Catherine de Bourgh?

Indeed.

You will be happy
to learn

that when I left her
two weeks ago,

your gracious aunt was
enjoying the best of health.

What graciousness.
What condescension.

What snobbery.

Miss Eliza, please remember
that Mr. Darcy is

the nephew
of Lady Catherine de Bourgh.

I do, Mr. Collins.
I also remember

that Mr. Darcy is
the sort of person

who offers his friendship...

and then at the first test
of loyalty, withdraws it.

Shall we go inside?

Of course.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

MRS. BENNET:
Would you stop moving about?

[DOG BARKING]

[WHIMPERING]

Oh, little fellow,
please don't cry.

[BARKING]

[BOTH LAUGHING]

Oh, there's Lizzy.

KITTY:
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 have put it
round Mr. Collins

when he grows
too much of a bore.

Lizzy, how could you speak
like that

about your charming cousin?

Oh, but he's--

There you are,
Mrs. Bennet.

Oh! 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 new puppies.

I think I'll join them.

One moment please,
Miss Elizabeth.

Uh, madam, may I have
the permission

to solicit a private interview
with your daughter, Elizabeth?

Private?

Well, I, uh, really--

Uh, yes, indeed.

Lizzy will be only too happy.

Come, Kitty,
I want you upstairs.

Why do you keep
winking, Mama?

Winking?

[LAUGHING]
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.

Oh, wait.

You can hardly doubt
the purport of my discourse.

My intentions have been
too marked to be mistaken.

I have singled you out

as the companion
of my future life.

Please, before my feelings
run away with me,

let me state my reasons
for marrying.

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.

And thirdly,
I think it only right

that since I am to inherit
your father's estate,

I should try and keep it
in the family.

And fourthly,
it is the particular wish

of that very noble lady

whom I have the honor
to call my patroness,

Lady Catherine de Bourgh.

These, dear Miss Elizabeth,
are my motives.

And now, 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,
my dear Miss Elizabeth,

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 therefore
by no means discouraged

by what you have said.
Upon my word, sir,

you are very hard
to discourage.

Ah, my dear--
Mr. Collins,

you have made your offer.
I have refused it.

You can therefore take
possession of this estate

without the least compunction
or self-reproach

whenever it falls to you.

So let's regard
the incident as closed.

But, my dear
Miss Elizabeth,

you ought to take
into consideration

that in spite of your loveliness
and amiable qualifications,

you are practically penniless.
And it is by no means certain

another offer
may ever be made you.

Well, by all--

So I must therefore
attribute your refusal of me

to your wish of increasing
my love by suspense.

Which is, I am 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.

Ah, thank you.
You make me feel certain

that when my proposal
is sanctioned

by the authority
of your parents,

you will plainly say yes.

Oh!

Oh, Papa.

MRS. BENNET:
Lizzy.

Oh, Papa, dear,
I must tell you.

Come in the library.

Lizzy, what--?

Oh.

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 a very foolish,
headstrong girl

and does not know
her own interest.

Foolish? Headstrong?
Dear me.

Those failings will not make her
a very desirable wife.

Oh, but you quite
misunderstand, Mr. Collins.

Lizzy is only headstrong
in matters such as these.

Uh-- 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 immediately,

or he'll change his
and not have her.

In which event, my dear,

the matter will be settled
at a satisfaction of both.

Please be serious.
Speak to her.

Tell her you insist
upon her marrying him.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Lizzy.
Yes, Papa?

Your mother insists
that you accept Mr. Collins.

Isn't that so, Mrs. Bennet?

Or else I shall
never see her again.

An unhappy alternative
is before you, Elizabeth.

Your mother will
never see you again

if you do not marry
Mr. Collins.

And I will
never see you again if you do.

Dear Papa.

[LAUGHING]

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-- 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..."

[READING INDISTINCTLY]

Oh.

Oh!

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

We've lost two of them!

What's lost, Mama?

Your husbands.

You've thrown away
Mr. Collins,

and now here's Jane
losing Mr. Bingley.

Well, what are you
talking about, Mama?

Read that.

No, no, it belongs
to Jane.

I-- I thought
it was a declaration,

so I opened it.

They'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.

MRS. BENNET:
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 much too upset
to talk to anyone.

Lizzy will
give you tea.

Oh, 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, uh, don't you want
to know why he went?

I should like
very much to know.

His conscience drove him away,
Miss Elizabeth.

You mean he was ashamed of his
behavior at the Assembly Ball.

Oh, that was nothing.

Thank you.

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--

I am deeply interested.

How kind
and sympathetic you are.

Would it surprise you
to learn

that I was once intended
for the church, Miss Elizabeth?

Really? 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.

[LAUGHTER]

Oh, there you are.

We can't let you keep him,
Lizzy.

He's got to come
and play with us.

You're going to be
my partner, Mr. Wickham.

What an honor.
I've been kidnapped.

Won't you join us?
Come on.

No thanks, Mr. Denny.
Later perhaps.

Come along.
Gee up.

[♪]

Why, Jane.

Lizzy.

If you've let that
Caroline Bingley make you cry,

I'll-- 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

and 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.

Now come along down 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 to Mr. Wickham.

MRS. BENNET:
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,

uh-- Oh, 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.

Thank you,
Miss Jane.

But Charlotte...

Charlotte's going to marry
Mr. Collins?

On Tuesday, week,
to be precise.

Uh, Lady, uh,
Catherine de Bourgh

doesn't believe
in long engagements, and--

But, Sir William,

Mr. Collins
wants to marry Lizzy.

Oh, Lydia, be quiet.

MRS. BENNET:
The child is right, Lizzy.

Are you sure, Sir William, that
you hadn't been misinformed?

I am quite positive,
Mrs. Bennet. Um--

Mrs. Bennet.

Oh, there you are.

Come in and share
in the rejoicing.

Oh, dear Mrs. Bennet,

I know you'll
understand my feelings.

Such a happy event.

But then to lose one's
dearest daughter--

Oh, well, I'm still
quite overcome.

It's probably
the unexpectedness of it

that has overcome you,
Lady Lucas.

And Mr. Collins' conduct

is so very odd. Perhaps some tea
will revive you.

Lizzy.

Dear Charlotte, I--

Come with me.

MRS. BENNET:
Well, Lady Lucas,

little did I think
that Charlotte

would one day take my place
as mistress of this house.

No doubt she and Mr. Collins
would like to

go over the place thoroughly

and see what they're
going to inherit.

Mr. Collins, why don't you
go to the pantry

[VOICE BREAKING]
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, Charlotte.
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.

[LAUGHS]

Yes, isn't it?

I haven't dared show it to Mama.

[BOTH LAUGHING]
[DOG BARKING]

MAN:
Mr. Collins!

Mr. Collins!

Oh, Lizzy, do look.

Mr. Collins.

Well, what?

It's Lady Catherine de Bourgh
and her daughter, Anne.

Oh, is that all?

I expected at least 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.

CATHERINE:
Yes, yes, Mr. Collins. Proceed.

Your ladyship.

How do you do, Mrs. Collins?
Miss de Bourgh.

How do you do?

Now, let me see,
Lady Catherine.

Uh, a flannel petticoat
for Mrs. Hodge,

a quarter of pound of tea
for old Martha Spratt,

and a hundredweight
of coals for the Burtons.

But nothing for the Smees,
do you understand?

Nothing whatever.

You must learn, Mrs. Collins,
to draw a firm line

between the deserving poor
and the undeserving.

What wise benevolence.

Are the 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.

[COUGHS]

Anne, my love, you're not
getting cold, I hope.

A little, Mama.
Ah...

Well, Mr. Collins,

I shall expect you all
to dinner this evening.

Goodbye, Mrs. Collins.
Goodbye.

Uh, permit me to say
how I appreciate--

Drive on, Smith.

--your ladyship's
affability and kindness.

What extraordinary
condescension.

I'm quite delighted of this,
for Miss Elizabeth's sake.

COLLINS:
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.

Well, Mrs. Collins,
you will be surprised

to find someone you know
dining with us this evening.

[DOOR OPENS]

CATHERINE:
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.

A-- Oh, yes, and Mr. Collins.
Mr. Collins.

How do you do?

I thought you were in London,
Mr. Darcy.

Oh, yes. But, uh, 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 that day--

Thank you.
--about laughing more.

I've tried to follow
your advice.

I hope it worked.
Do you feel happier now?

I've never felt
more miserable in my life.

Oh, it's doubtless
the lack of exercise.

You'll feel happier when
the hunting season begins.

FITZWILLIAM:
Well, Darcy.

Now I know what took you
into Herefordshire this summer.

You also know what
drove him out again.

He liked the landscape
well enough, 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.

CATHERINE:
Miss Bennet.

Come here.

Mrs. Collins,
go and talk to your husband.

I wish to speak to Miss Bennet.

Yes, Lady Catherine.

Be seated.

Have you any accomplishments,
Miss Bennet?

Accomplishments.

Well, I don't know whether
Mr. Darcy would think I had.

CATHERINE:
Do you sing and play?

ELIZABETH:
A little.

You should perform for us
one day.

Our instrument here is one
of the best in the country.

You have several sisters,
I understand.

Four.
Four. No brothers?

None, unfortunately for us.

Ah, yes.

Your father's estate is entailed
to Mr. Collins, I believe.

ELIZABETH:
It is.

CATHERINE:
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,
Aunt Catherine.

CATHERINE:
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
the interrogation during dinner?

There are so many things
I should like to find out.

It seems to be
a family failing, sir.

CATHERINE:
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.

[♪]

[TEACUP CLINKS]

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.

[CHUCKLES]

CATHERINE:
Darcy?

Do come here.

Sit down, sit down.

[CHUCKLES WEAKLY]

I was just telling Mrs. Collins

how exquisitely dear Anne
would have played.

If her health
had permitted her to study.

DARCY:
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.

[CHUCKLES]

Incredible.
I-I mean, uh, exactly.

I-- I mean, uh, excuse me.

Well, don't stop,
Miss Elizabeth,

that was charming.

Isn't that the right time
to stop?

When people still think you
charming?

If I went on, you might
change your mind.

[CLEARS THROAT]

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--
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.

[CHUCKLES]
I protest, Aunt Catherine.

Why talk of practicing

when Miss Bennet
should be playing?

Come, Miss Bennet.

I insist
on your favoring us again.

There is, uh, needless to say,
a rich assortment of music here.

My aunt means quite kindly,
Miss Elizabeth.

Her manner is sometimes
a little unfortunate.

Having already met you,

I was happily prepared
for your aunt's manner.

[PLAYING PIANO]

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.

Well, Lizzy, what's happened?
What's come over you?

Do you want to know
the real reason

why Mr. Bingley
left Netherfield for London?

His high-and-mightiness,
Mr. Darcy.

But I thought
it was Caroline Bingley.

She was only half
the reason.

I've just heard about it
by chance

this very moment
from Colonel Fitzwilliam.

Colonel Fitzwilliam?

Of course he didn't know
I was Jane's sister.

He was just holding forth

about the virtues
of his precious cousin.

Telling me
how unselfish he was

and what an infinite amount
of trouble he'd gone to

to save his friend Bingley
from an impossible marriage.

Ugh.

You can tell your 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

I 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?

But do you expect me
to be glad

that your family
is inferior to mine?

[LAUGHS]

I suppose I should
congratulate you

on winning the battle

between your unwilling
affection

and my unworthiness.

But, you see, I have never
desired your good opinion.

And if you were not
so lacking in perception,

you might have
spared yourself my refusal.

Is--? Is this
the only reply

I 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.

Why, if the manner
of my expression--

The manner
of your proposal

is only one reason
for my incivility,

if I have been
uncivil.

Even had my feelings
been favorable--

Which they never
could have been.

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?

[TEARFULLY]
The sweetest soul
that ever lived.

[SOBS]

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.

And even without this,

your character
was clearly revealed

in your treatment
of Mr. Wickham.

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

Now, 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 in this case
would have been more agreeable.

But I'm not ashamed of
my scruples about your family.

They were natural.

And should have been
kept to yourself.

Let us end
this distasteful subject.

Your arrogance.
Your conceit.

You-- Your selfish disregard
of other people's feelings

made me dislike you
from the first.

I-I-- I hadn't known you a week
before I decided

you were the last man
in the world

I'd ever be
prevailed upon to marry.

You've said
quite enough, 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.

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

Ugh.

[GROANS]

[♪]

Allow me,
Miss Eliza.

JANE:
Lizzy.

Oh, Jane.

Lizzy.
I thought you were in London.

No, they sent for me
this morning.

Lizzy, it's so awful.

Oh, 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.

[TEARFULLY]
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.

Oh, you don't know

how I have suffered,
Lizzy.

Such-- Such spasms.
Such palpitations.

Such thunderings.

Yes, Mama,
I know, I know.

What, no broth?
Where are the bird feathers?

[WHISPERS]
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.

[SOBBING]
Yes, and you know what'll
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.

[GROANS]

Shh. Mama.

Poor Mrs. Bennet.

I just heard the news.
It's too dreadful.

Oh.
COLLINS: Ah, Mrs. Bennet,

Mrs. Bennet.

Yours is a misfortune

which no lapse of time
can alleviate.

No lapse of time,
Mrs. Philips.

The death of your daughter

would have been a blessing
compared to this.

Mr. Collins.
And what is it, my dear?

Poor Mrs. Bennet,
you're distressing her.

Distressing her?
I'm bringing her consolation.

[GROANS]
May I add, madam,

that this false step
of one of your daughters,

uh, must prove
very injurious

unto the fortunes
of all the others.

Oh, he's right.
He's right.

They'll never
get married now.

[TEARFULLY]
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.

Oh, madam. Oh, don't forget
that Mr. Darcy is a nephew

of Lady Catherine de Bourgh.

Perhaps it would be better
if I saw him, Miss Eliza.

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 have no intention
of reopening a painful subject.

After what you said
to me the other day,

that chapter
is definitely closed.

Bad news travels fast,
Miss Bennet.

A few hours
after you left 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,

I 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.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Mr. Darcy.
Oh, Lizzy.

Oh.

I thought it was--
I--

Has he gone?

Yes.

He's just
riding away.

Riding away.

Will he ever ride back?

That chapter

is definitely

closed.

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?

Oh, what a fool I've been.
What a despicable fool.

Oh, Lizzy, dearest,
we all make mistakes.

You mustn't feel--
Oh, and how selfish I'm being.

As if I were the only one
to be made unhappy.

Poor Jane, my darling.

Why, you've never done
anything wrong.

Look what's happened
to you.

Oh.

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.

[GIGGLING]
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,
and lights are shining.

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

[TEARFULLY]
Oh, Lizzy, you shouldn't
let me go on like this.

[MR. DARCY CHUCKLES]
Oh, well done, Mr. Darcy.

The question is,
what to do now?

[BALLS CLACK]

Ah.

More news
from Meryton.

Another bulletin about
your beloved Bennets, Charles.

"There is still no trace
of Lydia or Wickham.

Poor old Mr. Bennet
has come home in despair."

Do you mean that they've
given up the search?

Mm. 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 roar
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."

[CHUCKLES]

That's what comes
of your chattering, Caroline.

I'm sorry, Darcy.

I've ruined your table,
I'm afraid.

It's nothing, Charles.
It might have happened

to anybody
in the same circumstances.

I'd better
stop playing

before something
worse happens.

Good night, Darcy.
Good night.

Good night, Caroline.

[MOANING]

I don't believe I shall ever
get back my strength.

It won't be long now, Mama.
[MOANS]

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.

Now, 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... Well, perhaps

if I make a great effort.

Ah, there, Mama.

There.

[SIGHS]

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--
[CLAMORING]

MARY:
Why do you have
to tell Mama?

Tell Mama.
Tell them all.

[MUSIC BOX PLAYING]
Mama!

Oh!
[PARROT SQUAWKING]

My poor nerves.

Stop squabbling, you two,
for goodness' sake.

Mary says I can't take
my musical box to the new house.

Listen to it.

It's not nearly as bad
as your horrid old bird.

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
all the books in his library?

Why should Mama have to leave
her collection of china behind?

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.

[CLEARS THROAT]

[HUSHED]
Mr. Collins.

I took the liberty of coming
across the garden.

May I be permitted?

Come in, Mr. Collins.
Come in.

Thank you.
Thank you.

Oh, ladies.

Miss Eliza. I, uh--

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
a great deal

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

Does he?
Perhaps the wish

is father to the thought,
Mr. Collins.

MRS. BENNET:
I suppose you have heard

that we are leaving Longbourn,
Mr. Collins.

COLLINS:
A wise decision, madam.

Find some remote
and secluded spot

where no one has ever heard
of your unhappy daughter.

Oh, my poor little Lydia.

What can have happened
to her?

What is it, Papa?
Uh--

It's from
your uncle Gardiner.

He's found Lydia.

He's found her?
Yes.

"And Wickham asked for
a thousand pounds at your death

"and a hundred pounds a year
during your lifetime.

"These terms seemed moderate,
and I took upon myself

the responsibility
of agreeing to 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.
We know 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.

Ah, 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.

[TRUMPETS SOUNDING]

[GASPS]
What's that?

[PLAYING FANFARE]

What can it be?

[♪♪]

It's Lydia.

They're married. Mama!
Married?

Mama. Mama!

It's Lydia.
They're married.

What?
They're married!

[POLLY SQUAWKING]

LYDIA & MRS. BENNET [SQUEALING]:
Oh!

Look, Mama.
The ring.

[GIGGLING]

Oh, my dear,
dear son-in-law.

May I give you a hug too?

[WICKHAM CHUCKLES]
[LYDIA AND KITTY GIGGLING]

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!
[LYDIA LAUGHING]

MRS. BENNET:
Rich!

[WOMEN CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]

May I ask how you have suddenly
become so rich, Mr. Wickham?

Well, it was quite a surprise.

One of my, uh-- 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 it's coming
was very timely.

Very timely,
indeed.

Very timely.

[WOMEN LAUGHING]

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. Heh.

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.
[CHUCKLES]

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.

Oh, you, too, Mr. Collins.

We old married people
must stick together.

[LYDIA GIGGLES]

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.

[CHUCKLES, STAMMERS]

Do come in.
Thank you.

Miss Bennet.

Come right in,
Lady Catherine.

Come right in.

Won't you, uh,
sit down?

[SQUAWKING LOUDLY]

[PLATES CLATTERING]

[MUSIC BOX PLAYING]

[KITTY GASPS]

Uh--

[MUSIC STOPS]

Stupid child.

Things are
in such confusion today.

[FURNITURE THUDS]

So I see.

[CHUCKLING]
Yes. Ye--

[CLEARS THROAT]

I wish to speak
to Miss Elizabeth Bennet.

[CHUCKLES]
Oh, um...

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.

Uh, come, children.

I hope we shall all
have the pleasure

of seeing you later,
Lady Catherine.

Possibly, Mrs. Bennet,
possibly.

Ah-- Yes.

Mr. Collins.

Be seated,
Miss Bennet.

[SQUAWKING]
Oh! My poor nerves.

Oh...

He's very young.

Come, come.
Be seated, Miss Bennet.

Stop dawdling.

Miss Bennet,

a report has reached me
of a most alarming nature.

I was told that you,
Miss Elizabeth Bennet,

was shortly to be engaged
to my nephew, Mr. Darcy.

Of course, I could not
believe this report

could possibly
be true.

Nevertheless,

I immediately resolved upon
setting out to see you.

If it could not possibly
be true, 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 have declared that
to be impossible.

Impossible? I have the power
to make it impossible.

Are you aware that as trustee
of my sister's estate,

I can strip Mr. Darcy
of every shilling he has?

And if he were to marry
against my wishes,

I should not hesitate
in carrying out my power.

Now what have you to say?

Nothing whatever.

I take no interest in matters
that are none of my business.

Ahh.

Bold 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.

Ah.

And, uh, will you
promise me

never to enter
into such an engagement?

No, I will not.

Oh.

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.

Huh! Setting him up
with an income.

Forcing him to marry

that silly little...
flibbertigibbet.

Did he do that?

Oh.

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 this house

until you have given me
the assurance for which 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 have 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 refused 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 merely refused
to refuse to marry you.

Why, Da--
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, would you?

No, I don't think I would.
She's right for you, Darcy.

You were a spoiled child.

But we don't want
to go on spoiling you.

What you need is a woman
who will stand up to you.

I think you've found her.

Well, Darcy,

help me into my carriage.

How can I ever thank you,
Aunt Catherine?

Upon my word, I'm not accustomed
to so much gratitude.

Everybody seems to be
thanking me today.

Drive on, Smith.

Don't stand there
and keep me waiting.

Shut the door, Darcy.

Go into the house.

How do you do,
Mrs. Bennet?

Mr. Darcy.

Well,
this is an honor.

First, Lady Catherine
and now you.

I was traveling with my aunt,
and I thought I would

give myself the pleasure--
ELIZABETH: Jane.

Jane. Mama, I can't
find Jane anywhere. I--

Oh.

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 see if--?

Oh, why, yes. Let's do that.
Fine.

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 send one
for the good reason

that Charles Bingley
had every intention

of bringing it himself.
Himself?

Yes. He came back
to Netherfield last night.

I was rather expecting
to see him here this afternoon.

Ah.

[♪]

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?

[CHUCKLING]
Yes.

She sent her brother back

by dwelling on
all the reasons

why he should stay away.
[CHUCKLES]

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 Lady Catherine--?

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.

[CHUCKLES]

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.

Oh, I'm afraid I gave her
a good change this afternoon.

[CHUCKLES]
She went away delighted.

You evidently confirmed
the good opinion

she'd formed of you
at Rosings.

I don't know what to say
or think.

Except that you must
allow me to thank you for

what you did for Lydia.

And if the facts were known
to the rest of my family,

I should not merely have
my own gratitude to express.

If you must thank me,
let it be for yourself alone.

Whatever I did,
I thought only of you.

Oh, Mr. Darcy.

When I think of how
I've misjudged you,

the-- The horrible
things I said,

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.

Oh, 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.

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

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

[MARY PLAYING PIANO]

MARY:
♪ Flow gently, sweet Afton
Among thy green braes ♪

♪ Flow gently, I'll sing thee
A song in thy praise ♪

♪ The green-crested... ♪
[PLAYING]

Mr. Bennet. Mr. Bennet.

Look.
♪ Thy screaming forebear ♪

♪ I charge you
Disturb not ♪

♪ My slumbering fair ♪

Well, perhaps it's lucky

we didn't drown any of them
at birth, my dear.

Mr. Bennet, you must find out
what money they have.

Colonel Foster can tell you
about Mr. Denny.

And-- And Sir William knows
all about Mr. Witherington.

You must go at once,
Mr. Bennet.

This very afternoon.

Oh. Think of it.
Three of them married.

And the other two
just tottering on the brink.

[♪]