IN THE SECOND PART OF
THE FOUR BENNET DAUGHTERS
THE DIARY OF LYDIA BENNET
Did I write a few weeks ago that nothing ever happened here?
Then these words were soon belied...
...when it turned out that Netherfield, the nearby mansion, had been rented
to two handsome youth men, Mr. Bingley and his friend, Mr. Darcy,
...in whom mamma readily suspected suitors for us.
But there was more.
The militia was stationed in our town, and also my father received today,
the 18th January 1796, a letter.
Well, a letter from my grand cousin William Collins.
Well well.
Let's see what the writing of this nail in my coffin contains.
Hunsford, the 3rd of January 1796
Esteemed Sir,
The disagreement that existed between you and your late cousin,
my esteemed father, has always displeased me.
Well, not me.
No ill of the dead, but as a living phenomenon
your father was really unbearable, my boy.
As Reverend, I consider it my profound duty,
to confirm the blessing of peace in all families,
starting with my own relatives.
Let the circumstance that I, as the eldest male descendant
of your race in a straight line, I stand to inherit your property,
not be an impediment for you and yours
to accept the olive branch offered by myself.
Hmm hmm. We'll see about that boy.
You're a set of platitudes just like your father.
If you have no objection to receive me at yours,
I'll take the liberty to do myself the pleasure of visiting
you and your familt on Monday, January 18th at 4 o'clock.
So that is today.
I hope to be able to enjoy your hospitality
until Saturday following week.
I thank you, that could turn out a pleasant fortnight.
And, how are you doing, my little?
Any headway on those etudes?
What is the progress today?
That is difficult to examine,
since you have forbidden me to make any noise on the spinet.
But quiet music, my dear, that's your value, quiet music.
Is this the embroidery pattern that you've just designed yourself, Jane?
Yes papa.
But that is my very gifted, my child. Extremely accomplished.
Well I'm sure that Mr. Bingley in due time will want to see
his table laid with no other cloth.
But papa!
Come come dear, it's fine.
I hope you may experience a lot of fun with it.
I hope my dear that today you've provided
for a somewhat more abundant meal than usual.
Why?
Because we have a guest.
What, a guest? Who?
A member of the stronger sex, namely mine.
And to be a little more precise, a bachelor.
Mr. Bingley of course?
Why have you never told us about that, naughty naughty?
But mama, I really know nothing about it?
No it's not Mr Bingley, it is someone we have never seen before.
I don't understand that you can invite a stranger here to dinner.
Yes, I've dome so because he really inspired me with the idea himself,
and made it so that every rejection would come too late,
because today he comes and today I've received his letter.
When?
In the late noon, at around four o'clock. And he stays a fortnight.
Who is it, papa?
My grand nephew, William Collins, who can, once I've kicked the bucket,
throw you all out of the house, and onto the street.
Why did you never do anything about that.
To be driven from home by such a detestable creature.
And that just because we don't have a son.
Yes, my dear, the succession of this line happens to go
to a male heir, there is nothing to be done about that.
Yes, there is absolutely nothing to be done about it.
The only thing left to you is from this hour forth
to surround me with the most loving care every moment
and to keep hoping that I survive our reverend nephew.
But I thought that our family did not get along for years, papa.
He intends to love us. He, our enemy, wants to become our friend.
But why?
I believe he has a purpose in coming here.
Aha, I've always said that my Lizzie could think.
But what purpose do you have in mind, Lizzie?
He is a Reverend, and a man. Isn't he?
Yes, let take that for a fact to facilitate your argument.
Is he single?
Undoubtedly.
How old?
Well, appraching 35, I believe.
Right, then my position is perfectly clear.
My dear, I have always thought that you inherited your acumen from me,
but now I'm beginning to doubt it.
I'm going upstairs to fix the guest room.
But I thought you thought him such a detestable creature, mama.
One should know when to change one's course, my child.
Besides it's very uncharitable to call someone detestable, whomever it may be.
I would like that from here on, a more Christian atmosphere
would start to reign in this house.
Come on, Jane, we'll go and fix the guest room.
Yes, mama.
What kind of man is it, papa?
Well, judging from his letter, a silly man.
A strange mixture of servility and self-importance.
However, we can expect our hostile cousin, with his heart full of mercy,
every moment now at our doorstep.
Yes, it's four o'clock to the minute.
Ah, there he is, and he's even punctual, well, then we can really expect anything,
punctual people are basically impossible.
Go open it, Mary.
We are in our study. To prepare ourselves there.
My first encounter with him I would have at least on my own ground.
What's he like Mary?
Oh I cannot tell you.
But you admitted him yourself?
Oh, but he is indescribable. See for yourself.
Then move over.
After my ordination I was lucky enough to be honoured with the protection
of the most noble douarriere Lady Catherine de Burg, whose benevolent grace
has chosen me to exercise the pastorate to Hunsford.
You seem to be quite satisfied with your patroness.
Excessively. At least twice a week
she invites me to share her, I may say very rich meal.
Only yesterday, she sent for me at the vicarage to play a game of cards with her.
But then can she spare you? For a fortnight?
She has masterfully hidden her disappointment, like one...
can expect from a lady of such high birth.
She told me to let nothing deter me,
to arrange my family affairs.
Well that's indeed nice, so you can easily stay with us.
Won't you sit down, cousin William.
No, Mr. Bennet, uncle, it's a relief after the long journey
by coach to be able to stretch the legs once again.
I have to say that this study enchants me.
Although it obviously does not compare to the study hall at Rosings,
the estate of Lady Catherine.
Does she live far away from you?
On the contrary. Rosings Park, it is only separated
from my humble abode by an avenue.
When Lady Catherine and her daughter pass by with the coach
they stop, to beckon me.
Why?
Just to have a chat.
Oh, so she has time for you.
Sure, sure, treats me as her equal.
Many find her proud, haughty even, but towards me she
is always amiability itself. Do you understand?
No.
My good husband means there still is some discord in her character.
I do not completely understand her either.
Perhaps it is beyond our comprehension.
Such nobility of character, built from generation on generation,
sophisticated, refined, polished...
Hey, nice writing desk, oak, surely. And solid I might add, very solid.
But won't you sit down, dear cousin.
No, no, my dear uncle.
Yes, yes, come, sit down.
Beautiful piece of work. He who has made it knew his craft.
Antique surely?
And comfortable too. Very pleasant I might add.
The furnishings at Rosings are made of precious woods,
which are seen nowhere else. Although I must add to that
that using them sometimes requires a more or less forced posture.
Didn't you say that Lady Catherine has a daughter?
Yes, miss Anna de Burgh, the heiress of Rosings.
I have more than once noted to Lady Catherine that miss Anna
possesses everything to be born a duchess.
She seemed very flattered by this tribute to her daughter.
It is a pleasure to me to sometimes pass those fine words to her
that please her so immensely.
Besides in my humble opinion it is for most women
complimentary to say something nice, is it not, Mrs. Bennet, aunt?
I have not heard a compliment from you yet.
Forgive me, then they have simply escaped me.
Perhaps they were too finely nuanced, which made them escape us.
And are your little flatteries the result of a sudden impulse,
or of a preliminary study?
Sometimes I plan them in advance, and sometimes they come naturally to me.
But to return to our starting point, so miss Anne is
the heiress of Rosings, and thus she may feel very fortunate.
Rosings one can still inherit, not here. Unfair, don't you find, dear cousin?
The background of this remark is perfectly clear to me, my dear aunt.
And allow me to now explain you, and my dear uncle, the reason for my visit.
When the sad event of your demise will be a fact,
dear uncle, the relinquishing of your home, Longbourn,
to relative outsider, will be particularly painful for you.
Perhaps this sour grape may be sweetened by knowledge
that then, at the time of your lamented passing, this relative outsider,
perhaps we hope will have long since become your son-in-law.
Come come come, there is no hurry for my passing.
So you want to choose from our daughters?
It is my pleasure and joy, to lead one of them with me
to my rectory as my vicar's wife, and it will also for you
mean a reparation with regard to the inheritance, which this way
will still be shared by me with your own flesh and blood.
It's my need to add to this, that Lady Catherine has particularly
encouraged me to take this step so that my wife too
can count on her benevolence.
We have four daughters.
Two are still very young, but the other two are definately nubile.
Allow me, dear cousin, to introduce you to them.
That is, if my husband can spare you a moment.
Please.
Here are my two eldest daughters. This is Jane, this is Elizabeth.
Our dear nephew, William Collins.
Who is the oldest?
Me, cousin.
Superior both in years as in beauty.
Yes, Jane will get engaged soon.
But the others are still completely free of such ties.
But mama, you are so premature.
Elizabeth is still free.
Mama, please excuse me
but I need to quickly go and change for dinner now.
Not at all. You stay here to keep Reverend Collins
company while Jane and I go upstairs now
to prepare the guest room.
How do you think I can most pleasantly keep you occupied, dear nephew?
It already gives me great satisfaction only to look at you, dear cousin.
A well-chosen compliments.
Certainly exaggerated, but still very ince and proper.
Thank you very much.
Can I play or sing something for you?
Why, you have mastered those arts?
As much as any other young girl who with such clumsiness
must be able to please a squire.
Dear cousin, I have already exposed to your parentsthat I've come here
with a certain purpose.
To cast an admiring eye on one of my nieces, so to...
But no, I believe it is not yet time to explain myself further.
Lydia, Mary, oh, what bliss, two of my daughters soon
to see married, kiss me, children, kiss me.
Mr. and Mrs. King, Mr. and Mrs. Hillstone,
the honourable Mr. Bennet and family.
I thought that you had given up
that ridiculous idea to give a ball at Netherfield.
Curious, especially since you've just seen me write twenty invitations.
Mr and Mrs Tiller, Mr. Jeffferson and family, Reverend Collins.
Collins?
Yes, the confidant of our aunt, Lady Catherine de Bourg.
He's staying at the moment with the Bennets, so I can hardly skip him.
But a vicar?
Terrible people here, all of them.
In our county on the other hand...
We are not in Derbyshire.
And so we have to take the company here for granted too.
If only you didn't always have to dance, if only you could continue to converse.
Then it wouldn't be a ball anymore.
In addition, it wouldn't bring people so close together.
No, I do like a ball.
Darcy, will you come for a walk?
In the snow? Where to?
I just have deliver one of these invitations personally.
The Bennets course.
Well guessed. Are you coming, Darcy?
Perhaps the opportunity will arises to gaze once more into the blue eyes
of Miss Elisabeth?
That's a detail I haven't overlooked.
But Darcy?
Shh. If you are sweet, I'll bring you waffles for supper.
Hot waffles! Hot waffles!
And this, dear cousin, the shop where we do most of our shopping.
All those sorts of things which can force us men so quickly on their knees.
And behind that is the church.
It is very old, judging by the memorial stone.
In Hunsford we have an old church like that as well.
Do you mind if I take a closer look at it?
Of course, do look at it as close as possible.
And take your time.
Thank you very much.
Take all, all the time you need.
Count the stones for all I care.
Poor Lizzie.
Oh, that man can't be dragged away from me, what a relief.
Oh look, there's Captain Danny. And someone I don't know.
I wonder who that could be.
Quiet Lydia, otherwise they'll come here.
But that's just the point, that's why I've waved to them.
Good afternoon, Captain Danny.
Good afternoon, Miss Lydia.
Good afternoon, Miss Elizabeth.
May I introduce Mr. Wickham, who will soon join our regiment?
Miss Elizabeth Bennet, and Miss Lydia Bennet.
Your servant, ladies.
Are you really joining the army, Mr. Wickham?
Yes ma'am.
How delicious.
Because you really only need a uniform
to look truly dazzling.
It's clear that I only need an officer
to buy a commission, haha.
Oh Lizzie, do you think it's OK if Mr. Wickham tonight
comes along with Captain Danny?
I'm sure it'll be a great pleasure to mother
to receive you tonight at our home as well.
Because she invited captain Danny tonight
to make some music and play some cards.
It will certainly be more than just be a pleasure to me, Miss Bennet.
Oh look Lizzie, there's Mr. Bingley, and Mr. Darcy, too.
They're coming this way.
I believe we have to go now, Danny.
Your servant, ladies.
Hey, wait a minute.
Excuse me, Miss Lydia, Miss Elisabeth.
How strange to suddenly take to their heels, just because I
mentioned the name of Mr. Darcy.
Miss Elisabeth, Miss Lydia, what a coincidence,
we were just on our way to Longbourn to visit you.
Good evening, Miss Bennet.
Mr. Darcy.
Would you visit perhaps concern your party, Mr. Bingley?
Yes, you guessed it.
And may I now have the pleasure,
to personally deliver you my invitations.
What a pity that you did not pass by a bit earlier.
Then you could have met that amiable friend of captain Danny,
Mr. Wickham.
Wickham?
If you invite him also, Lizzie wouldn't have to sit through so many dances.
Lydia!
Well, every friend of captain Danny is of course welcome.
And may I now have the honour to accompany you to Longbourn.
Please.
Jane will also be pleased to to see you.
Miss Bennet?
I'm sorry, but I must stay and wait for my cousin here.
That memorial stone is truly admirable.
I've copied the inscription, to show it to Lady Catherine.
Oh I beg your pardon, what did you say?
Does something bother you? You look so strange.
Can I help you?
No, thank you.
It's just something I don't understand, something strange, nothing else.
Oh.
Hot waffles, waffles, hot waffles.
Your turn, Mr. Wickham.
No no no, not that, or you lose.
Ah help him not so miss Jane, he's already got so much luck.
Now I really don't know anymore.
I would say this one, ma'am.
Nono, mama, don't. He wants you to lose.
Oh, naughty, no. I'm going by my own judgment.
And you see what happens then, ma'am.
I give in.
Me too.
And Wickham wins for the umpteenth time, the lucky man.
How nice it is that the first time you pay us a visit
you win at once.
Oh mama, shall we play one more game?
Mr. Wickham can pair with Lizzie this time.
No no no, one should not taunt such luck.
Mr. Collins, would you take my place?
But cousin William is vicar, and vicars may never touch a card.
On the contrary dear cousin Lydia, Lady Catherine is even mucht taken
with this form of distraction. In my office, every new experience
in life is one, and as such a winning.
Dear cousins, here we go.
Can I come sit with you, Miss Elizabeth?
Of course.
Your sister Lydia gladly pokes fun at the vicar's office.
I ask myself now how her reaction would be if she'd know that I
had once been intended for it.
You, a vicar?
Yes, that seems unlikely for you, doesn't it?
Why didn't you become one?
By a setback.
The vicarage that could have ensured me of a very adequate income,
was after the death of my patron against his apparent wishes
assigned to another after all. That happened in Derbyshire.
How low... Who was guilty of that?
The gentleman whom you tried to avoid this morning, Mr. Darcy.
Mr. Darcy...
Yes, I've known his family from my earliest youth.
The late father of Mr. Darcy was very devoted to me,
even though I was only the son of his steward.
He took care of my upbringing, and he thought to take care of
my future after his death.
And so he promised me the vicarage at Pemberley.
That the son, however, has prevented me from ever taking against
the express wishes of the dead name.
But what reason would he have to behave so without any piety?
That reason was heartily dislike of me.
Arisen from a grim jealousy.
Perhaps had the father been indifferent then maybe I might
have less prejudiced the son against me. But I must admit,
that at this point I am not entirely without prejudice.
It is difficult, to remain fair in such a case.
But when I heard Mr. Collins mention the name of his patron,
then all this surfaced with me like a wave.
My cousin Collins, and his patron, why?
Do you not know that Lady Catherine de Burg is the aunt of Mr. Darcy?
I'm not surprised.
All that I've been told by my cousin about Lady Catherine, sounds to me as
upleasant to the ears as what I've experienced from Mr. Darcy so far.
You do know that Darcy is engaged, yes?
No, that shouldn't be, no no.
Oh, with whom?
With Miss Anne de Burg, the daughter of Lady Catherine.
An engagement already clinched by the parents
when the concerned were still in their cradles.
What kind of girl is lady...
Miss Anne?
She looks just like her mother in everything.
Then she is clear to me.
The right woman for Darcy, to form together with him
an icy couple.
If you ever want to visit your cousin the reverend, remember well
that Darcy is a regular visitor at Rosings.
I think that neither the parsonage nor Pemberley, will ever see me.
But now it is time for us to rejoin the others.
Do you intend to honour the ball at Netherfield with your presence?
Certainly.
I've received an invitation myself too, but I will not use it.
It offends me to attend a party
with this Mr Darcy who is a guest as well.
To avoid unpleasantness I've decided to reject the invitation.
Although, with a bleeding heart.
Why?
Because this refusal will deny me the pleasure
to be able to dance with you, Miss Elizabeth.
Do you remember this room?
Well... That I could never forget.
Neither as your kindness in those days.
Oh, I want to make a lot of changes here.
Come, I will show you how I want to rebuild the hall.
Oh, so you really intend to stay here at Netherfield, I hope?
Oh yes, I consider it as my home for reason that it lies in the vicinity
of someone who has become very dear to me.
Lydia, so there you are.
I've searched all Netherfield to find you.
Why aren't you in the ballroom?
I'm waiting for Mr. Wickham. Why didn't he come?
Oh, it's teeming with officers over there, you can indulge yourself, look.
And besides captain Danny asked for you to do and remember
that he has a great pay beyond his income.
Come child, now go there, come.
And now I'm going to fetch Lizzie for you.
Forgive me dear aunt, but would it carry your approval
if I had a private word with cousin Elisabeth later tonight ?
A private word, dear nephew? A whole sermon, charming nephew.
A whole sermon.
Pardon!
Please proceed.
Forgive me, miss Lucas, but you do not dance?
I needed a breath of fresh air.
Do you also find Netherfield such a delightful estate, Mr. Collins?
Well I must admit this country house reminds me of Rosings
in a pleasant way. Although, the mantelpiece at Rosings
alone cost 800 pounds.
But I still think Netherfield is very nicely decorated too.
Would Lady Catherine not object, you think, against your presence at a ball?
Well, not when the ball is given by a decent squire as Mr. Bingley.
A proper host, a proper ball.
You have certainly kept your end up.
Oh, I feel it as a duty, my dear nieces
to pay the necessary amenities.
Forgive me, Miss Lucas, but is your card already full?
No, I think I've got just one dance left.
Yes, see here.
What a sturdy writing hand you have, minister.
Too sturdy, do you think?
So sturdy that it can instill fear into a young lady?
Oh minister, you will never be able to instill fear into anyone.
Thank you very much.
Although...
Ah, my dear cousin, I've been looking all night for you.
I'm accompanying Miss Lucas to the ballroom at the moment, but I'll come back.
Oh I will come back!
Reverend?
Are you watching for somebody, Miss Bennet?
Why?
For Mr. Wickham, perhaps?
Then let me be able to say that you are wasting your time.
Mr. Wickham will never come anywhere where Mr. Darcy is.
I can imagine that he prefer not to meet him.
Beware of any prejudice.
Do not believe Mr. Wickham unconditionally, and trust me,
that Mr. Darcy has never treated him badly.
Rather the opposite is the case.
Do you know the details?
No, but I know Darcy.
In that case you won't blame me
if I prefer to form my own opinion.
Darcy, you promised me this dance.
I have just come to claim it.
There you are Lizzie?
Our esteemed nephew has a communication to make to you.
The room is now completely empty... I believe I'll leave you two alone.
Please, mama, stay!
What a vicar has to say is surely for everyone to hear.
Nonsense, Lizzie, nonsense.
But mama, I...
Do not dare to leave this room without having heared him.
Ma...
Esteemed vicar, dear cousin, I...
Shhh.
Dear niece, your pudency does you no harm, on the contrary,
it is like a gentle breeze that can only stir up the fire of love.
My clergywoman.
I noticed that almost at the same time that I looked into your eyes,
a frightened dove, which I perceived the virginal shyness
that once will spread her wings like an eagle at my rectory.
Please reverend, not another word?
What I pray you, dear niece, hear me out.
The reasons of my wedding proposal are twofold...
Esteemed cousin...
In the first place, I'm greatly satisfying myself with it, and in the second place
it is not displeasing to my patroness Lady Catherine de Burg.
But really, esteemed cousin...
And when I left Hunsford she spoke to me:
Reverend, it is time that you marry.
Do it quickly, and choose a wife of some standing, for my sake, and yours.
Then I will not fail, to visit her.
How social, incredible?
I knew you would be amazed at so much benevolence.
And as I am the legitimate heir of your father's property, I decided
to limit my choice to my cousins, so as to give the family a certain
compensation after the sad demise of your papa.
That was indeed a very proper idea of you.
A dowry I do not demand, because I understand that this
would hardly remain.
But...
Remember, dear cousin, I will never harass you, or call
a word of reproach, in connection with this, during our marriage.
You speak somewhat rashly, Reverend Collins. I have not said anything yet.
Of course I am very honoured by your wedding proposal, but alas
I cannot but reject it.
I understand that it is an elegant custom to start with this.
First a rejection, especially since it concerns him, whom is secretly loved arduously.
I know girls.
Oh, a damsel's pride, it can only increase my love.
Yes, you know that, girls of standing.
If a girl of standing is able to torment a decent squire
without any reason, then I find that simply beneath contempt.
Dear cousin...
I mean what I say?
My feelings do not allow me to give you my assent.
Save us both the necessity to make it clearer.
You play for high stakes, dear cousin.
But since I see through it, your words cannot discourage me.
On the contrary, I might add.
How cheerful you are, dear nephew.
I suspect you will soon be nephew no more.
How blissful, blissful!
Lizzie has such an accommodating character.
Would you be so kind as to want to tell me now
all the facts of the matter?
Yes, I was of course prepared that she would start with saying no.
Did she say no?
For form only, of course, the next time...
There is no next time. Lizzie is very different.
Oh, what a disaster!
If Lizzie says no, then, then, then that is simply no.
That child is as honest as a drunkard and as stubborn as a martyr.
But I will put a spoke in that wheel. Right now.
One moment dear aunt.
Perhaps it is better this way.
For, to not deprive the truth, I had imagined marriage differently,
then going hand in hand through life with a martyr and a drunkard,
so to speak.
You do not understand, dear nephew.
Lizzie is as kneadable as the dough, of which she will soon
bake bread for you. Leave it to me.
Mr. Bennet, dear Mr. Bennet?
Oh you come here a minute.
Now Lizzie does not want to marry the vicar.
For the hundredth time Mrs. Bennet I tell you, that I refuse
to let my study be treated as some or other refuge,
where one can walk in and out.
What is it now?
First Lizzie didn't want the minister, and now the minister starts not to want Lizzie.
That truly is a foregone affair.
You talk to her. Tell her I want her to marry him.
Otherwise I will never speak a word to her again.
Alright. I will talk to her.
I'll have her come here.
Reverend Collins. You are up early.
Good morning, miss Charlotte.
Can I say that you look inexplicably bright after last night's ball.
I've never amused myself before as last night.
Everything you've told me about your garden in Hunsford
has simply made me forget the time.
My father simply refused to believe me. He said, that cannot be, such French beans.
The weather should of course assist.
But above all, one must have love for the crop.
And a steady hand for sowing and planting.
Lady Catherine saw my sunflowers and said vicar, a man like you
should not remain a bachelor any more.
What an admirable woman.
I'd give anything to be allowed to meet her.
Miss Charlotte, are you on your way to your abode?
No, I was actually planning to go to Longbourn, to the Bennet family.
Then can I have the honour to accompany you there?
I was hoping that I'd be able to enjoy that pleasure.
Then please take my arm, as a prop and support.
On the walk, which incidentally appears particularly pleasant.
Mind your head.
So Lizzie. I understand,
that the Reverend, our heir has made you a proposal?
Yes, papa.
And that you've refused!
Yes, papa!
Nice. Then we can get down to business.
Your mother insists that you marry the vicar, isn't that so, Mrs. Bennet?
Indeed, Mr. Bennet.
And if she does not, I'll never say another word to her.
And if you do marry the vicar then I will never speak another word to you.
Oh, papa!
This is too much. Everyone is against me!
We will fall into beggary!
And then it will be your fault and that of your father
that you have kicked against the goads.
My health is still good, thank you, my dear.
Oh, what is it now?
Charlotte Lucas. Charlotte Lucas!
With our nephew. With our own nephew.
Charlotte?
Look, look. He kisses her hand.
Oh, that sly serpent!
How has she managed to get this far at such short notice?
That schemer!
I won't survive it!
Charlotte and Reverend Collins. Poor Charlotte.
Happy Elizabeth.
After what I've told you of the relationship that exists between
my brother Charles and Georgiana Darcy, it will be no surprise to you
anymore to learn, that we will leave Netherfield tomorrow?
What?
In order to leave for London.
The only thing I regret is parting from you, my dear friend.
But if in due course you one day visit your relatives in London,
maybe then we'll meet again.
Let me add the best wishes from Charles to those
of your sincere friend, Caroline Bingley.
Leave Netherfield?
I don't understand.
I do. It's obvious.
He cares nothing, absolutely nothing for me.
Oh he does.
This is only the work of his sister, and his friend Mr. Darcy.
Oh how I hate those two people?
Oh Jane?
Mr. Bingley loves you!
No, Lizzie, no. It's over, for good.
If he genuinely loved me then wouldn't he have stayed?
Oh Lizzie? Lizzie, help me to tell mama?
Yes, she means well but she can bring you such unbearable shame.
Oh please let her not talk about it anymore, please Lizzie, please?
THE FOUR BENNET DAUGHTERS
END SECOND PART