Pride and Prejudice Page #6

of a man of such gifts -

who refused to accept

an introduction to another man

who was poor

and of no consequence?

I shall reserve my opinion

until I knew the circumstances

of that particular case.

Do you suppose the gentleman

will reveal those circumstances

if he were asked?

No. A gentleman does not have

to explain his action.

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, there! What can you expect

of one of his low descent?

I will tell you exactly

of 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 lessons.

I hope you will enjoy it,

Miss Bingley.

And, that you will learn

to direct your dart

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.

Flow gently

Sweet aspen

Among thy green vale

Flow gently

I'll sing thee

Your song in thy praise

My Mary is asleep

By thy murmuring stream

Flow gently

Sweet after

Disturb not her dream.

That stub-bob whose echo

Resounds from the hill

Hear ye wild wind

Sleek black bird

In yonder thorny dale.

Oh! Green prairie stare laughing

Thy screaming forebear

I charge you

This sterling morn

My slumbering fair.

Charming, Miss Mary! Charming!

Would you favor us

with another selection?

Well, if you really insist!

Papa, you must make her stop!

Alright, dear. Sshhh!

Very good, Mary dear! Very good!

But, Papa! This is another song!

Eh?! Oh! Never mind, my dear.

You've delighted us

quite long enough.

Give the other young ladies

a chance to make

exhibitions of themselves.

Oh, 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 who're

the toast of the Officers' Mess.

A mother who is a most

interesting conversationalist.

To say nothing of your own

dexterity with a 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 is nothing I can do?

You could leave me to make

a fool of myself alone,

if you don't mind.

It's hard to imagine

you making a fool of yourself.

Well, I do frequently!

Isn't that what I was doing

this afternoon?

I'd rather admire what you did

this afternoon, Miss Elizabeth.

The resentment

of what you believed

to be an injustice showed

courage and loyalty.

I could wish that

I might possess a friend

who'd 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?

Oh, Lizzie, Mr. Bingley

is going to arrange

a highland rill 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 which she was ill and healed

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 the opportunity

of meeting all sorts of

rich young men.

I can't imagine you'd drink

so much punch, Kitty!

Now you're quite tipsy!

I am not!

Hold on! Hold on!

Hello, Lizzie! Hello, Mr. Darcy!

Look at Kitty!

She's a drunken door!

I am not!

Ladies and gentlemen!

If you will choose your partners,

we'll all have a highland rill.

Such a gay dance, the rill!

Won't you allow me

to take you in?

I'm sure

there must be many young men

who are eager to dance with you.

Well, Miss Elizabeth!

Do you recall? The first dance.

Oh, sir! Will you please accept

the humble apology of one

who has only just learned

that 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 a 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!

Ohh! Little fellow,

please don't cry!

Oh, there's Lizzie!

Lizzie! Lizzie! Come and see

how pretty this is!

Oh! That's charming, Kitty.

Why don't you make it bigger?

We could put it around Mr. Collins

when he grows too much of a bore.

Lizzie! How can you speak like

that about your charming cousin?

Oh, there you are, Mrs. Bennet.

Oh! Oh, Mr. Collins!

We were just talking about you.

I thought you're 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.

Ah, Madame,

may I have the permission

to solicit a private interview

with your daughter, Elizabeth?

Private!

Well, I - really -

Yes, indeed!

Lizzie will be only too happy!

Come, Kitty!

I want you upstairs.

Why do you keep winking, Mama?

Winking? My! I wasn't winking!

But, you were, Mama!

Don't contradict! Come, Kitty!

But, Mama! Mr. Collins has

nothing private to say to me!

No nonsense, Lizzie!

Lizzie, I desire you to stay

where you are! Come, Kitty!

Come, Kitty!

Believe me,

my dear Miss Elizabeth,

your modesty does you

no disservice in my eyes.

Wait! You could hardly doubt

the purport of my discourse.

My intentions mean too much

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 you.

First, I regard it

as the duty of every gentleman

in easy circumstances to marry.

Secondly, I'm convinced it would

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,

there's nothing for me - but,

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