Elizabeth
That you forget my unwarrantable prejudice.
Darcy
Oh, Miss Bennet! [He goes impetuously forward – then restraining himself, smiles and looks down at her.] I really think, after all, I shall have to be grateful to my aunt. She has done us an enormous service.
Elizabeth
[Smiling still more.] Well, Lady Catherine loves to be useful!
[At the back of the scene Bingley and Jane, absorbed in each other, pass by, hand in hand. Elizabeth looks at them, then turns to Darcy.]
Elizabeth
[Archly.] Is that by your permission?
Darcy
[Ruefully.] Yes, I told you I had been kinder to my friend than to myself.
[Elizabeth, silent, still looks after Bingley and Jane.]
Darcy
[Continues in a discouraged tone.] Well, I deserve it. It is my own fault. My selfish conceit has wounded you past help. Every sentiment of your nature has felt it – seen it.
Elizabeth
[Demurely.] But one sentiment they say is blind.
Darcy
[Stunned.] Miss Bennet! [Elizabeth looks up at him. He rushes toward her.] Dearest, loveliest Elizabeth!
[He holds her in his arms.]
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