Darcy: I came to rosings with the single object of seeing you.... I had to see you
Lizzie: me ?
Darcy: I've fought against my better judgement, my family's expectation... I couldn't the inferiority of your birth... my rank and circumstance... all those things... but I'm willing to put them aside.... and ask you to end my agony.
Lizzie: I don't understand...
Darcy: I love you, most ardently.
Screen: Lizzie stares at him.
Darcy: please do me the honour of accepting my hand.
Screen: A silence, Lizzie struggles with the most painful confusion of feeling. Finally she recovers.
Lizzie: Sir, I appreciate the struggle you have been through, and I am very sorry to have caused you pain, believe me, it was unconsciously done.
Darcy: is this your reply ?
Lizzie: Yes, sir.
Darcy: are you laughing at me?
Lizzie: No !
Darcy: are you rejecting me ?
Lizzie: (pause) I'm sure that feelings which, as you've told me, have hindered your regard, will help you in overcoming it.
