In England, a long time ago,
...in the year 1804(!),
...lived a father and a mother,
...and their 4 daughters.
Exactly here.
This is the house they live in.
Of course now you cry: I know that!
Yes, behind every shutter lives a handsome, but unmarried Bennet.
It is I! It is I! It is I! It is I! [Sounds like "I, Bennet" - ed.]
The four Bennet daughters.
And so, mother Bennet's goal was...
- I may as well give it away now -
...to find a man for her daughter,
...with money, with wit,
...and preferably a handsome one.
For daughter Elizabeth - to see her off first was how she'd planned it -
...she had a certain squire called Darcy intended.
But Elizabeth...
- It is I! - Quiet!
...did not think he was the one and only.
She preferred to set sail with someone else on the rocky sea of matrimony.
A friend of the family, George Wickham...
Wick-H-A-M!...
...she found most interesting.
She gave him tea and sympathy, and in her mind, her hand.
She wouldn't mind wearing his ring.
She would have accepted, if he had proposed.
But when Darcy was mentioned,
...she would turn the shutters closed.
She did not like him very much, thought he felt the same, as such.
Hard to describe her surprise, when Darcy makes her an offer,
...an inconceivable offer regarding that ring.
But anyway. Here is the series' fourth part:
"Elizabeth in two minds"
Will she give her heart away, or will he break it?
The floor is now for:
IN THE FOURTH PART OF
THE FOUR BENNET DAUGHTERS
THE DIARY OF ELISABETH BENNET
Today, the 14th of May 1796,
...I got the biggest shock of my life of 20 years.
I am staying at the vicarage with my nephew, reverend Collins,
...and met there mr. Darcy, the only man,
...whom mama does not see as my future husband.
Mister Darcy and I had a languishing conversion,
...but when I rose, to end it,
...and proposed to show him the garden, he suddenly said:
Stay, miss Bennet. I have something to say.
I have come to ask for your hand in marriage.
Yes, I am asking you to marry me.
- You wish... to wed me? - Indeed.
I have fought against this desire with all my senses. But in vain.
Allow me therefore to say, how ardently I admire and love you.
How ardently you admire and love me?
I understand your surprise completely.
You think I am overlooking the social difference between us.
Believe me, I'm unable to forget it.
But my feelings for you have proven stronger than my better judgement.
Stronger than your better judgement. Right.
It is only natural that such a wedding...
...will only be regretted by my family and friends...
But the feelings that draw me to you cannot be denied.
I've tried to subdue them but I have been defeated.
Miss Bennet... I cannot but marry you.
It's the final result of weeks filled with nagging doubts.
During which I've been torn,
...between my cold reason, and my burning desire.
I must wed you!
You mean, you wish to wed me?
Yes, that is it, it's as if...
...there is no room in my heart, until that wish is fulfilled.
Miss Bennet...
May I ask you to consent?
I believe it's customary,
... to at least express gratitude for such a proposal.
Please, that isn't necessary.
Rest assured mr. Darcy, for I'm capable only,
...of expressing gratitude that I truly feel.
Miss Bennet?
And that is why the fire that moves you now, leaves me cold,
...because I have never sought it,
...and you apparently regret doing it, in spite of myself.
I have stated my reasons for that.
And more convincing than your love.
My dear miss Bennet...
I am sorry to cause someone pain...
...but it will surely not last long.
For all those deliberations of your better judgement...
...will serve admirably as so many bandages,
...for any marks that may've been made on your vanity.
You reject me then?
Definitely, mr. Darcy. Without another thought.
I prefer to save you from yourself, for your sake, and for your family.
Not to mention your friends.
Just the thought that anyone, no matter who,
...would have to regret our wedding is unbearable.
So let us prevent all that trouble,
...by not going through with it.
That is all you think I deserve?
Not even an attempt to lend any courtesy to your reply.
Courtesy?
How courteous were you, when...
...you insisted you had to marry me...
...against all reason?
Was it courteous to say that all your relations would regret it?
Was it so curteous of you, to emphasize so thoroughly...
...the gap between our social stations?
Should I have rejoiced in it?
Should I have shown pride for the fact,
...that I'm so nonsensically attracted to a girl,
...far below my own station? Is that what you would've expected?
I'd have expected nothing from you,
...except for unbridled arrogance, conceit,
...and utter disregard for the feelings of others.
You prefer to think ill of me.
I've made up my mind about you a few weeks ago.
- What do you mean? - When I heard, how you...
...tried to ruin poor mr. Wickham.
You denied him the parsonage, to which he...
...had a right by a bequest in your own father's will.
Would you deny it?
Is mr. Wickham perhaps the reason,
...why you will not even consider my offer?
Mr. Darcy...
Even if I loved you, I would never marry...
...the man who denied my sister the chance to marry for love.
- What are you saying? - Do you deny...
...that you took part…
...in the separatation of Jane from mr. Bingley?
No. That would be a lie.
I've done nothing to prevent the marriage.
But the common sense that I used to help my friend,
deserts me completely in the face of my own impossible feelings.
Your bitter jokes don't become.
These are two people who loved each other,
...and were cruelly separated.
In what happened I sense your pride,
...your arrogance and haughtiness, your reserved sense of station.
My faults are too many to be repaired, it seems.
Perhaps you would have been milder,
...if I had not hurt your vanity, with my own outspoken honesty.
If I had not spoken about those social differences,
...that should prevent me,
...but only about the feelings, that have prevailed on them,
Perhaps your reply would have been different?
You are mistaken mr. Darcy.
No matter how your declaration of love would have turned out,
...my refusal would have followed it always.
Because...
...you are the last man on earth, I could or would imagine marrying.
That is clear.
It seems best to forget the matter.
Except...
...you must allow me to justify myself against your accusations.
- If you insist. - I do indeed.
You say I robbed your sister of her chance for happiness.
- And you couldn't deny it. - Listen to me, please.
The objections that apply to me applied to mr. Bingley as well.
Birth, station, money... Does love count for nothing?
If I'd had the conviction that your sister...
...loved Bingley just as much as he did her,
...then I'd never have resisted this marriage.
Then you've been blind, because you did not want to see.
That is not true.
I have tried to be as impartial as possible.
I've observed your sister.
And I saw, that she did not seem to mind mr. Bingley's attention.
But she lacked any deeper emotion.
This is my honest conviction.
- Do you doubt my story? - I don't.
Someone who is as kind and gentle to everyone as Jane,
...makes it hard to guess when she is truly in love.
Bingley is very modest.
I advised him not to start imagining things.
You convinced him that Jane did not care for him.
- I did. - How dared you!
If I've caused your sister grief, then I am very sorry for it.
Grief! Do you know what it means...
...to loose someone, whom you love with all your heart?
(whisper) Yes.
What gave you the right?
My honest opinion.
If I was mistaken, I am truly sorry.
For no-one has the right,
...to inflict on others the pain I now feel myself.
Do you believe I am sorry?
Yes, I believe you.
As for George Wickham...
When it comes to him you'll not justify yourself so easily.
You must at least permit me to try.
You know that he was meant for the clergy.
And that the vicarage at Pemberley,
...would be given to him, as soon as it'd become available.
So he told me, yes.
But he has probably omitted to tell you,
...that he has a long time ago chucked in theology,
...and has waived all rights to the vicarage,
...in return for the said sum of 3,000 pounds.
What are you saying?
You don't believe your ears, but I can prove it to you.
- That is not necessary. - Thank you.
I then lost track of George Wickham,
...and only heard stories now end then,
...of his lazy and self-indulgent lifestyle.
When the vicarage became available again,
...he suddenly turned up to claim it.
He called upon the last will of my father,
...and gave me plenty of gibes and threats,
...when I did not agree to his request.
Your refusal was only right.
George Wickham did not agree with that.
And he found the right place, and the right means, to strike me.
If it embarasses you to have to hear all this, then be aware...
...that your embarrassment...
...can never be greater than mine at this moment.
But I must tell you.
- You know I have a sister? - Yes; she must still be very young.
Sixteen years.
Last summer she was staying in Ramsgate.
Wickham followed her there.
He'd known her as a child, and it took him little effort,
...to make her head turn before long.
He convinced her, that he was the love of her life.
And so she agreed to elope with him.
I arrived just in time to prevent the worst.
Wickham...
I never thought he would.
You will understand how much I appreciate your secrecy.
Apart from those involved and myself,
...you are the only one who is aware of these facts.
- A cowardly revenge... - It wasn't just that.
Wickham was also interested in my sister's fortune,
...which amounts to over 30.000 pounds.
Of course.
I hope I have somewhat justified myself in your eyes.
I've been prejudiced.
I was so wrong about you, that I am totally confused.
Please, there is no need for that at all.
I've only wanted to tell you this,
...because it is unlikely that we will meet again.
Farewell.
God bless you.
I can hardly believe what you tell me, Lizzy.
Mr. Darcy always seemed so cold and proud to me,
...while George Wickham can now be called a villain just like that.
I do feel sorry for Mr. Darcy.
He must have had a wretched afternoon.
First you refuse his proposal,
...and then you give him a piece of your mind...
...and doubtlessly in no soft terms, if I know you at all.
And then with that, you oblige him...
...to disclose that whole embarrassing story of his sister.
Oh that poor man.
Do you blame me for refusing him?
No, of course not. If it's impossible to you to love him,
...then how can I blame you for not marrying him?
Well, I dont know anymore what I think of him.
I'm not sure of my feelings.
If only I had had you with me there in Husford, at the vicarage.
Then I wouldn't have said all those horrible things to him.
Yes, it was mostly the way in which he asked for my hand,
...that made my so beside myself.
That confidence, that maddening conviction of him,
...that there was only one answer possible: Yes.
Now you shouldn't forget how few girls...
...would've said no to such a match.
Oh Jane, imagine,
...the face of Caroline Bingley if she'd know this.
Finally, you can smile again.
Well, good.
Now at least I know that you don't feel really miserable.
But tell me Jane, now what are we to do about George Wickham?
- Is he still a visitor here? - Yes, frequently.
But then don't you think we ought to inform mama about him?
But Lizzy, mama would spread it everywhere!
Perhaps George Wickham has remorse about what he's done.
And plans to lead a new life.
Well I don't believe that we have the right,
...to make that impossible for him through mama's tireless tongue.
That is true.
Moreover, he will probably leave soon anyway.
What, how is that?
They say the militia will be gone from Meryton,
...to make camp elsewhere.
Ah, that would be a relief for me.
Ever since I left Hunsford,
...I have feared a meeting with mr. Wickham.
So you can imagine, dear lady,
...with what a heavy heart I've come to bring you this news.
Gone from Meryton? All gone?
Won't even one uniform stick?
Alas, not one I fear.
Our entire regiment has been moved to Brighton.
What is to become of us now?
Oh mr. Wickham,
...you cannot imagine how terribly boring it was in Meryton,
...before the militia brought life and cheer here.
It would have stayed terribly boring for most of us,
...my dear miss Lydia, if your hospitable mother...
...had not received us time and again in this house,
...amongst so much charm and grace,
...if you permit me to say so, madam.
Your cheery disposition and lively spirit...
...I will not easily forget, miss Lydia,
...and neither your skills, miss Mary, on the harpsichord.
They say that the air in Brighton is so healthy, mama.
In Brighton, so it's whispered,
...all coughs disappear as if by magic.
Yes, mama, let's go to Brighton too, all together.
- I wish it were possible... - I'm certain...
...you will find men for all of us there. Even for Mary.
And your own nerves, that here at home...
...are every time so torn to pieces,
...will by the bathing in the briny water...
...no doubt recover their old strength.
Yes, children, I know, nothing beats salt water.
But you know how stubborn your father is.
Your father believes more strongly in the effects of his own showers,
...than in the... as a cure for vapours and congestions...
...of us fine delicate women.
What is it, Hill? You know I do not wish to be disturbed.
With madam's leave, I have a note here for miss Lydia.
- A letter for me? - There you are.
It's from mrs. Forrester, the wife of colonel Forrester.
Well, what does she write?
Oh, mama! Oh Mary!
It's an invitation to go with them to Brighton as their guest.
- What did you say? - Oh no, how unfair!
I can come along in their carriage, and then I can...
...stay as long with them as I like.
With the militia!
Oh, mr. Wickham, did you hear?
The army can leave, but not without me.
It's long ago that I've heared such good news.
Perhaps papa will have an objection.
If it would be for your health, but your nerves are excellent.
No, I won't have anybody take this from me, that would be too cruel.
Mama, you must help me to convince him. And you too, Mary.
Tell him that the sea is an aesculape box full of medicine,
...and for a feisty thing like me, better than a thousand bloodlettings.
I will try, child, but you know how stubborn your father is.
Mr. Bennet, my dear, mr. Bennet.
Oh mr. Wickham, do not leave yet.
If papa agrees, then I'll come with you,
...to mrs. Forrester the news. Will you wait for me?
Papa, dear papa...
Miss Elizabeth!
Mr. Wickham.
Excuse me, I was looking for my mother.
Please, don't go.
We haven't seen each other for so long, after all.
- Quite. - Even in all those weeks that you're back,
...I have not yet once had the pleasure of talking with you.
Very well, if you wish to talk to me, go ahead.
How was it at Hunsford?
Have you visited Rosings?
Have you made the acquintance of lady Catherine?
She consented to receive me a few times in her home.
Evenings, in which she no doubt will have sung the praise,
...of our mutual friend mr. Darcy.
Mr. Darcy was staying there at Rosings himself.
Together with his nephew, colonel Fitzwilliam.
Do you mean to tell that you've met him?
Several times.
What a sordid chance!
Why?
Because you hate him so, after all.
Unjustly, mr. Wickham. A silly prejudice.
Mr. Darcy is someone who gains more virtues,
...the more you get to know him.
Really. And which are those virtues, if I may ask?
Has he perhaps deigned to treat you as a fellow human being,
...without making you feel every second...
...his boundless elevation above all other beings?
Do not let yourself be led astray, miss Elizabeth.
I do not believe that that man is capable of ever truly changing.
- Neither do I. - Well then.
I wonder if that's necessary.
Then you must have gotten a very special insight into his character.
Indeed. As well as into someone else's character.
Right.
So your stay has made a very different light be shed,
...on certain persons and affairs.
That's right, mr. Wickham.
Oh papa, my daddy, my darling.
Have you heared it, mama? He approves it.
A sweet thought, mr. Bennet.
Although no loving parent could conceive of the cruel thought,
...to keep his daughters in a Meryton devoid of uniforms.
But with you, you're never certain.
My dear, that sheepish bleat of Lydia about all that silly...
...red and gold of those so-called tunics is becoming too much for me.
- But papa... - Yes, that's why. Go, my child.
Perhaps then some quiet may return to this house again.
And that a few drops of common sense...
But offficers are lovely, no-one can deny me that.
Of all the empty-headed goslings in this county,
...you are assuredly the silliest.
Yes, I've always feared it, but now I know for sure.
Come time, come wisdom, my dear, just look at me.
Didn't I hang up my uniform...
...only a few years ago?
It was my pleasure then to serve als coatrack for your illusions.
My dear mr. Bennet, if only you could make the step,
...to regard your daughters more as young misses,
...and not as reasonable, sensible creatures.
That would be much easier on all of us.
Mrs. Bennet, these words are so wise,
...that I sense an urgent need of loneliness.
So that I can think about them.
Come, children, we cannot disturb papa any longer.
We'll go and inspect Lydia's wardrobe now.
I'd have thought that that dress with those long sleeves and lace bands...
Oh mr. Wickham, papa has made no objections at all,
...and I can come along to Brighton with all of you.
- Go allong where? - Oh, Lizzy doesn't know yet.
The militia has been moved to Brighton,
...and the wife of colonel Forrester...
...has invited me to come and stay with her.
Mrs. Forrester? Mama!
Mrs. Forrester is but a child herself, is she to chaperone Lydia?
Well I can take care of myself.
There are officer's wives aplenty who can keep an eye on me.
- Old ladies galore. - Yes, she's right about that.
Come Mary, let us now go and inspect the wardrobe...
- But... But...but... - And, Lizzy?
Don't you feel you ought to congratulate me on this fine offer?
Brighton, delightful.
Receptions, balls, and parades...
Well look at that! To turn her back on me and walk away just like that.
Jealous cat! Won't let me have any fun at all.
And imagine that I wouldn't be safe,
...with captain Danny and colonel Forrester and -
And you. You will take care of me too, won't you, mr. Wickham?
Yes!
I beg of you, papa, in all seriousness,
...to forbid Lydia to go to Brighton.
Afraid she'll marry before you, Lizzy?
As if there's nothing worse.
But even you must have noticed,
...how reckless she can sometimes behave.
Already here in Meryton, under your and mama's own eyes.
And that is to go to Brighton, in the care...
...of a youngly wedded woman who is still a child herself, 18 years.
Surely you understand that this is irresponsible,
...how is that to end?
Lydia will never find rest,
...if she didn't get the opportunity,
...to show what she thinks that she herself is worth...
...in a more wordly place than Meryton.
Well, now she'll have that chance, and without spending our money,
...or causing us discomfort. - But really, my dear papa!
How can you be so blind,
...for the behaviours of one of your own daughters?
If Lydia isn't constantly held very tight,
...she will in no time apply as the biggest flirt,
...who ever made her family and herself completely ridiculous.
The child is sixteen years. Everyone will take notice of her, and of us.
Oh no, don't you worry about that, Lizzy.
The respect and the appreciation that you and Jane are paid,
...that will never have to suffer...
...for what Lydia may perhaps go to undertake on her own.
That would be very unfair.
And besides, colonel Forrester is a sensible man,
...who will surely manage to prevent,
...that Lydia will get into real trouble.
- So you are not... - Besides,
...like you underlined yourself, she is only sixteen years.
And the sirs officers there in Brighton will surely find there...
...more ripe women and girls to devote their ardent attention to.
So you do not intend to keep her at home.
No, Lizzy, no.
Brighton, that is a kind of candyland of all the things,
...that Lydia is always being so thickheaded about.
Well, let her overeat herself heartily.
Perhaps that then she will become sick of it for the rest of her life.
But papa...
I believe in such cures.
After all we cannot always be taking her by the hand.
And besides, she's far too bad off,
...to become a prey for the real sharks.
No, I am convinced,
...that we will get her back more sensible than she will leave here.
And then you will see that together, we'll laugh heartily...
...about this talk one day.
Take that from me, dear child.
In any case I understand that it's no more use,
...for me to object against this foolish excursion of her.
We intend to set out in early July.
Should Elizabeth indeed feel inclined to join us,
...then we believe we can predict her a trip,
...that will be very worthwhile.
It's in our intention to spend three weeks in Derbyshire.
Oh Lizzy, how delightful for you.
How sweet of aunt Gardner.
We especially expect a lot from Pemberley,
...which seems to be the crowning jewel.
- Pemberley? - Lizzy!
You're a lucky one, Lizzy.
I can't understand for the world,
...why aunt Gardner hasn't invited Mary en Jane.
I will gladly make use of that invitation, mama.
Well, child, I believe there won't be anything against it.
Pemberley, isn't that the estate of that haughty, spoilt mr. Darcy?
You are unlikely to find him there,
...because the estate will likely be closed to the public.
It's best that you write aunt Gardner that you will come.
- Then may I take the letter? - Certainly.
I still have to write Lydia.
Oh, how lonely it will be here.
With two daughters staying elsewhere.
But no-one will think of me.
The more modest one is, the more one gets swept away.
Not that I envy Lydia this piece of luck.
At least Lydia has always been very grateful,
...for everything I did for her.
From her at least a mother can get some enjoyment.
Which cannot be said of all of her daughters.
For there is one, who doesn't care a thing, if her mama is turned...
...out of the house with all her spawn after her husband's death.
Whom this leaves ice cold, who doesn't care a thing,
...who neglects her filial duties,
...and who sens a vicar into the desert,
...to find there a snake like Charlotte Lucas. Where is she?
She left to answer the letter from aunt Gardner, mama.
Call her back! That thing.
I was just picking a bone with her.
And I haven't finished by far. - Yes, mama, I'm going.
Lydia, that is a sweet child, she's very different.
A most cuddly girl with a heart of gold.
Tell me, how many balls did you say there had already been in Brighton?
- Twelve, mama. - Twelve, how wonderful!
When you think that here in Meryton two each winder are held.
How can a girl enter into relations with that?
Do you know what I believe? That Mary will return from there married.
Oh mama, if Lydia comes back married, can I go to Brighton too some time?
Something with the salt water, says Lizzy.
Lizzy. Lizzy.
Oh Lizzy, forgive me for asking, but...
It is wise of you to go?
Wise?
I don't know, Jane. But I really want to.
But don't you mind an encounter with Mr. Darcy?
Oh... I will definately not meet him.
Should he be there, then he'll certainly avoid me.
I've killed his love. Moreover...
...I will not visit Pemberley.
- But how, how will you be able to avoid that?
Oh, I'll find some pretext.
Uncle and aunt will have to visit it on their own.
Perhaps I'll be able to risk a glimpse of Pemberley from afar.
Oh but Lizzy!
That would be only human, Jane.
To want to catch a least a glimpse of the house...
...of which one could have been mistress...
And this, Sir, Madam, is the painting gallery.
What a splendid view, don't you agree? - Indeed.
Is this all part of the house? - This, and even much more.
This is just the park. - Exquisit.
Behind that hill lie the forests of Pemberley.
And the stream that is ridden with trout.
Ah yes, that stream we saw on the way here.
Does your master enjoy fishing? - Oh yes, sir:
Whenever Mr. Darcy is here,
...you can almost always find him by the stream.
But at the moment we don't expect him before the weekend.
Did you hear, Lizzy?
Mr. Darcy is not here at all.
My niece at first refused to come,
...because she was afraid that one of the family might be present,
...whom me might inconvenience by coming here.
You need not be afraid of that, Miss.
Mr. Darcy considers it a privilege if someone wishes to see Pemberley.
But now you'll probably want to see the paintings.
Here for instance is a portrait of my master,
...what turned out excellently.
Mrs. Reynolds... what portrait is this?
I must confess that I rarely met so handsome a squire.
That is the portrait of the son of the steward...
...of my master's late father.
I hear he has bought a commission as an officer,
Perhaps he will settle down in the army...
...but the leopard can not change his spots.
And this is the portrait of Mr. Darcy's sister.
They are as like, as two peas in a pod.
But see for yourself:
Because this likeness has turned out extremely well.
Quite.
A beautiful girl and a young man no less handsome.
Lizzy, what do you think?
Does it really capture the likeness of Mr. Darcy?
Does Miss know my master then?
We have met during the winter, yes.
And did you not think him a handsome squire then, miss?
He is definately very handsome.
He is the handsomest man there is. A crown jewel.
And with a heart full of affability.
I've known him since from he was four years,
...and I've never had a cross word from him.
A gentlemen, and a man of one piece.
Well, rather a privilege to serve under someone like that.
Because there aren't many of which such a thing can be said.
Quite so, sir. And I know what I am talking about:
All my years of loyal service.
A crown jewel, sir, a crown jewel.
If miss knows my master, then I don't need to tell you that?
No...
Oh, there are outsiders, who take him...
...for a silly and proud man.
But those are just ignorant people who don't know what they're talking about.
The staff, and his tenants too, will all vouch for him.
And now look at mr. Darcy's sister.
What a gem, isn't she?
Miss Georgiana. In the music room there is a piano,
...that mr. Darcy sent for all the way from London,
...as a surprise for his younger sister.
She loves to play.
You're very devoted to your master, that does you credit, mrs. Reynolds.
But don't you regret that you see so little of him?
U take the words from my heart, sir, that is it.
If only he were more at Pemberley.
Perhaps he will become more settled, once he is married.
That is the truth, madam. Only we don't know,
...when that joyful event will ever take place.
For in my opinion, no woman is good enough for my master...
Miss Bennet.
Mr. Darcy.
This is truly a very unexpected pleasure.
I'd never have thought to find you here one day.
I... We... I mean...
We were told that you were absent.
Till the weekend.
I returned earlier,
...to arrange a party for one of my friends.
But, what happy fortune brings you to Derbyshire?
My uncle and aunt are making a trip,
...on which they've invited me.
And this lead you to come with them to Pemberley.
Yes. But I assure you, that at the inn, they've told us that...
That I wouldn't be here.
Yes. I would regret it very much, if my presence...
...had prevented you from coming, miss Elisabeth.
How is your family? - Very well, thank you.
Mr. Darcy,
...I have long feld the need to ask your forgiveness.
What for?
For all the unpardonable things that I've said to you.
I think it's best that we forget all that was said that afternoon.
They were surely not words that lent either of us credit.
It wasn't my intention. I didn't mean...
I know what you didn't mean to, miss Bennet.
Could it be that you've lost your family?
Could we maybe find them again in another room?
Lizzy. Lizzy, where are you? Aren't you coming to the music room?
Oh, pardon me. - I was just on my way to you.
If you'd allow me? Would you be so kind,
...to introduce me to your aunt?
Of course. Aunt, this is mr. Darcy.
Oh! Mister Darcy!
This is my aunt, mrs. Gardner, who lives in Cheapside.
Your servant.
We are full of admiration of your marvellous estate, mr. Darcy.
My husband especially, he is most envious of your trout stream.
Mr. Darcy!
I didn't know you were here. I was just...
...showing mr. and mrs. the house.
That is excellent, you are not in the least to blame.
I merely arrived a bit earlier.
I was just telling mr. Darcy,
...how envious you are of his trout pond.
If you really like fishing so much, sir
...then it would be my great honour if you would cast your rod,
...in one of the brooks around Pemberley.
Oh, that is really extraordinary charming of you to offer, mr. Darcy,
...and I will gladly make use of it.
But I believe it's getting time for us to return to the inn.
If you permit us, we'd like to take that walk through your woods.
- Excellent. Mrs. Reynolds? - If you would follow me?
If we walk straight ahead here, then at the end you find a door,
...and that takes you to the garden...
Miss Elisabeth, in a day or so my sister will join me.
Would you do me the great pleasure,
...of allowing me, to introduce her to you?
- Is that your wish? - Yes, very much.
Then the pleasure will be all mine, mr. Darcy.
What a most sweet girl, sir.
And so simple and attractive at that.
Don't you think that she really looks particularly attractive?
How do you guess it.
I find her so attractive...
...that in the past few months I've come to the conviction,
...that she eclipses all other women and girls by far.
It's most kind of you to receive me at this early hour,
...especially considering that you hardly know me.
But from the moment that Darcy told me,
...that I might meet Miss Elizabeth here,
...I haven't had a quiet moment, I just had to see her.
Oh, she will certainly appreciate to be able to converse with you,
...she has mentioned you to us often.
Oh Lizzy!
Lizzy, here's an acquitance of yours.
- Mr. Bingley! - Miss Elizabeth!
It seems ages ago that I last saw you.
More than 8 months.
Since the 26th of November, do you recall,
...that we all danced at Netherfield together?
- So you haven't forgotten that yet? - Forget?
It was the happiest time of my life.
How could I forget the smallest detail!
How is your family?
How are your sisters, how is... (eh)... Jane?
Or all at Longbourn?
Lydia is staying in Brighton at the moment, and Jane...
Yes...?
Jane was staying in London last Spring.
In London...?
I was there at that time.
I know.
But why did no-one inform me of that?
I would've particularly appreciated it,
...to renew our acquintance in London.
It's not, that miss Jane knew that I was staying in London,
...and that I've neglected to call upon her, is it?
No, no, Mr. Bingley, nobody who knows your kind nature...
...could think such a thing of you. - Thank you, Miss Elizabeth.
Ahem, it's nearly 12 o'clock, dear.
I believe that we'd best step outside for a while.
Yes, that way we can hear Mr. Darcy's carriage arrive.
Oh Lizzy, that's right.
Earlier, a letter came for you.
A letter from Jane. Thank you, aunt.
Yes, here comes the carriage.
Yes, don't you see. Mr. Darcy, with a young lady.
Probably his sister, isn't it, Mr. Bingley?
Indeed, that is Miss Georgiana.
I am but a wretched angler, Miss Elizabeth.
I never catch a thing, I suspect I'm too impatient.
And I enjoy chatting so much.
I would particularly appreciate it,
...if I could meet you later today, to talk a bit more of Longbourn.
All that silent fishing is probably not for you either.
Lizzy, are you coming?
Will you tell Mr. Darcy that I'll be with him in a moment?
I will.
Oh no.
Oh no!
What is to become of her?
Lydia!
Miss Bennet?
What is the matter?
Are you not well?
Alas... Forgive me...
Something dreadful has happened, I must alert my uncle. - Sit down!
I will warn your uncle.
You are unwell.
I'll get you something to drink, a glass of wine or something.
No, do not bother. It will pass in a minute.
It's all because of this letter...
Jane's letter.
My sister Lydia has eloped with George Wickham!
With George Wickham!
Read, read, what Jane writes.
The last days in Brighton...
...left them without notice!
What must we do? What must we do?
Lydia is without means, he will never marry her.
Lydia...
Lydia!
THE FOUR BENNET DAUGHTERS
END OF THE FOURTH PART