You want what?!
Your daughter's hand, sir. She has accepted me, and --
Um, excuse me a minute, Mr. Darcy. Am I to understand that my second
daughter, my Elizabeth, has accepted an offer of marriage?
Marriage to you.
Um, yes sir, to me.
Well I must say, Mr. Darcy, that I find this most unexpected. Quite
frankly, sir, I thought that she had found you to be somewhat, well,
um ... but tell me, Mr. Darcy, how is it that you even
know her? You spent a few months here last autumn and then
escaped from Netherfield immediately after your ball.
Sir, I met her again last April, at Rosings Park, where I visit my aunt
each year. Elizabeth was there visiting with her friend Mrs. Collins.
I see. You call her Elizabeth now. So what happened in
April to change my daughter's opinion?
Well, nothing actually, sir.
Nothing? Then what caused this sudden reversal of her opinion? Or
perhaps I should speak to her myself.
Sir, if I may say, we also met at Pemberley last month --
Oh, yes, with the Gardiners. I had forgotten. Just before Lydia
..., well, never mind about that. So she was exposed to the
grandeur of Pemberley, was she?
Sir, believe me, it was more than Pemberley that --
Let me be frank, Mr. Darcy. There is no one more important to me in
the entire world than my little Lizzy. The last thing I would want,
or that she would want, would be for her to marry someone
that she didn't love and respect. If you open your eyes and look
about you you'll see many sad examples of marriages between people
who don't... Oh, Mr. Darcy, please let me speak to Elizabeth
alone. Could you send her in, please?