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[birdsong]
[♪ classical piano]
[woman]
My dear Mr. Bennet, have you heard?
- He's single!
- Who's single?
- You have?
- When?
Papa!
- Is he amiable?
- Who?
- Is he handsome?
- He's sure to be.
I will consent to
his marrying whichever girl he chooses.
[♪ jig]
I can't breathe.
- Or men.
- No, they are far too easy to judge.
Tell me.
[♪ jig]
Mary.
Very much.
- Tell me!
- She's going to take the veil.
- Officers?
- As far as the eye can see.
Mr. Bennet.
[Darcy]
You're wasting your time with me.
Precisely.
[♪ jig]
Wait!
[woman]
I've never enjoyed a dance so much.
She is indeed.
Mama, please!
- Sensible, good-humored...
- Handsome, conveniently rich...
Mr. Darcy?
But no matter.
I doubt we shall ever speak again.
There's a spinster
in the making and no mistake.
[thunder]
Lizzie.
I did.
It's a pleasure.
[Mr. Bennet]
Not going to be famous, our pig.
Officers!
[♪ military march]
[Caroline]
You write uncommonly fast, Mr. Darcy.
Letters of business.
How odious I should think them.
It is fortunate, then,
they fall to me and not you.
[Bingley]
You young ladies are so accomplished.
[Darcy]
- I do.
- Absolutely.
If the second,
I can admire you much better from here.
Oh, dear.
I cannot tease you about that.
Even if society
is a little less varied than in town.
A ball?
- Mr. Darcy.
- Miss Bennet.
- Mr. Darcy.
- Miss Elizabeth.
I hope, my dear,
you've ordered a good dinner today.
When?
Excellent.
It is my avowed hope
that soon I may find a mistress for it.
And I have to inform you
that the eldest Miss Bennet
has captured my special attention.
Engaged.
Indeed. Indeed.
[fiddler plays]
- Yours, I believe.
- Oh, Mr. Wickham, how perfect you are.
He picked up my handkerchief.
Did you drop yours on purpose?
- An enchanted lieutenant.
- What are you up to, Liddy?
I can't be trusted.
I have poor taste in ribbons.
And buckles.
When it comes to buckles, I'm lost.
- Allow me to oblige.
- No, Mr. Wickham, please...
I insist.
[Bingley]
I was just on my way to your house.
How do you like my ribbons for your ball?
- Very beautiful.
- She is. Look, she's blooming.
Oh, Lydia.
About a month.
- But why?
- Jealousy.
His father...
- How cruel.
- So now I'm a poor foot-soldier.
[hums tune]
- Breathe in!
- I can't anymore. You're hurting.
Betsy.
Betsy!
- Mrs. Bennet.
- Miss Bingley.
Charming.
So am l.
[orchestra plays]
- Charlotte!
- Lizzie!
[Lizzie]
That gentleman barely warrants the name.
[Collins]
It is my intention, if I may be so bold,
to remain close to you throughout the evening.
You may.
[Lizzie]
Perhaps by and by I may observe that private balls
are much pleasanter than public ones.
[Darcy]
Do you talk as a rule while dancing?
[chattering]
Mr. Darcy.
Mr. Darcy.
[sings]
but might not do more if she does not help him on.
- Oh, dear!
- I do apologize, sir.
[Mrs. Bennet]
Oh, I've never had such a good time!
Mr. Bennet!
Mary, please.
- Mr. Bennet.
- But...
Now.
Papa, stay.
Secondly, I am convinced
it will add greatly to my happiness.
- What am I to do?
- Well, come and talk to her.
Now!
Jane!
Read it.
- Father...
- And you have an affectionate mother
- Charlotte!
- My dear Lizzie.
- Engaged?
- Yes.
- To be married?
- What other kind of engaged is there?
[Collins]
Welcome to our humble abode.
I flatter myself
that any young lady would be happy
How wonderful!
[Lady Catherine]
A little later we'll play cards.
Your Ladyship.
Miss de Bourgh.
This is my daughter.
Mr. Darcy.
Harvey, I wonder,
could you get me the fish course...
Not one.
[Lady Catherine]
Fitzwilliam, I need you.
Mr. Darcy.
Please, do be seated.
I believe so.
I have no idea.
[Collins]
Every mind must have some counselor
to whom it may apply for consolation in distress.
- I am at his disposal.
- Everyone appears to be.
What happened?
He saved him from an imprudent marriage.
- So he separated them?
- I believe so. I know nothing else.
Miss Elizabeth.
- I don't understand.
- I love you.
Most ardently.
She's shy!
- It was suggested...
- What was?
Mr. Wickham?
Lizzie.
I hardly know.
- How is Jane?
- She's in the drawing room.
Nothing.
It's dangerous.
Come to the Peak District with us, Lizzie, and get some fresh air.
No.
[Mrs. Gardiner]
Quite close to Pemberley.
- So what?
- So rich.
Keep up.
[housekeeper]
He's a lot like his father.
[housekeeper]
He just organized the servants for me.
A handsome face.
Only a little.
Yes.
[piano plays]
Miss Elizabeth.
No.
Very pleasant.
- Tomorrow we go to Matlock.
- Tomorrow?
Yes.
They said the house was open for visitors. I had no idea.
Yes, I know.
Goodbye, Mr. Darcy.
- Very civil.
- Not at all how you'd painted him.
His sister.
Miss Elizabeth!
- He shouldn't have.
- I should have.
I'm satisfied.
- I would be delighted.
- Do you play duets, Miss Elizabeth?
[Mrs. Gardiner]
Thank you so much, Mr. Darcy.
This is my fault.
[Mrs. Gardiner]
Has anything been done to recover her?
[Mr. Gardiner]
We must go at once.
- Heaven forbid!
- Father!
- Lydia!
- Oh, Mama!
Lydia.
Near Newcastle.
We travel there next week.
So I thought, who is to be
our best man if he doesn't come back?
- Mr. Darcy!
- I forgot!
- Mr. Darcy?
- Stop it, Lizzie.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye, Lydia. Goodbye, Mr. Wickham.
I can't imagine what your father does with all that ink.
Mrs. Bennet.
Tomorrow?
I'm just glad he's alone because we shall see less of him.
[humming]
- Mr. Bingley!
- Mr. Bingley?
Oh, my goodness!
Everybody behave naturally.
Kitty.
Excellent.
Excuse me.
So, I feel...
It's been...
- Miss Bennet.
- Mr. Bingley.
Yes, exactly.
Oh, yes.
You cannot think me so weak as to be in danger now.
Jane.
Alone.
Kitty, be quiet.
Yes.
[Mary]
"...must be free from all insincerity.
- Unfathomable.
- No doubt poisoned by his sister.
- What is that?
- What?
- [knocking]
- Maybe he's changed his mind.
Coming!
Yes.
Lady Catherine.
As a matter of urgency.
To hear it contradicted.
I am not.
Goodnight.
- I couldn't sleep.
- Nor l. My aunt...
Well, then.
[Mr. Bennet]
Shut the door, please.
- No, Papa.
- He is rich, to be sure.
None at all.
I do like him.
I love him.
Good Lord.
Papa, l...
Very much.
Thank you.
THE END