An urgent message for you, Mr. Darcy. Nudge, nudge. Wink, wink.
All right, that's enough, James.
Keep your voice down. Where have you been? I was beginning to think that Mr. Reynolds
had forgotten our little ruse.
No sir. A delay in Buxton is all. Oh, look out, sir. Miss Bingley
Oh, um, ahem, thank you, my good man. Ah, Miss Bingley. I'm afraid I
have bad news --
Let me guess, Mr. Darcy. Your steward again.
Yes, it seems that I am summoned to Pemberley. Some urgent business.
I'll have to ride on ahead.
Oh, Mr. Darcy. Is your steward not able to get by without you for
even one day?
Well, running Pemberley is a hard business, Miss Bingley.
Please have a pleasant trip. I'll have everything ready for you when
you arrive tomorrow. Now please excuse me while I say good-bye to
Um, hello dearest.
Hello, brother. Don't tell me. You're riding on ahead again,
aren't you? Why do I have to suffer alone with Miss Bingley just so
you can avoid her again for one day?
I'm sorry, Georgiana. I need to be alone with my thoughts for a few
hours, and Miss Bingley will not stop talking.
Why can't I ride on your horse with you? Maybe I'm needed at
Pemberley as well.
Why don't you just pretend to be asleep in the carriage?
Well, next time you should just put a sleeping potion into
Miss Bingley's tea instead of stranding me here like this. She is
not stupid, you know. The next time you try this she will begin to
I'll make it up to you, my sweet.
Marry that girl from Hertfordshire. If you marry Miss Bingley I'll
... I'll, throw myself from my bedroom window.
Don't worry on that account, Georgiana.
I won't be marrying Miss Bingley any time soon.
What was the name of her house? Longmouth? Longburden?
Forget about her. Now have a nap.
I hate you.
Oh, Fitzwilliam, I'm sorry. Come let me kiss you. But I dare say
you owe me another pianoforte.