Mr. Darcy: Miss Elizabeth. I have struggled in vain and I can bear it no longer.
These past months have been a torment. I came to Rosings with the single object of seeing you...
I had to see you. I have fought against my better judgment, my family's expectations,
the inferiority of your birth by rank and circumstance.
All these things I am willing to put aside and ask you to end my agony.
Elizabeth Bennet: I don't understand.
Mr. Darcy: I love you.
