Mr. Darcy:
And how are you
today my dear?
Elizabeth:
Very well, only I
wish you wouldn’t call me “my
dear.”
Mr. Darcy:
Why?
Elizabeth:
It’s what
my father always calls my mother when he’s cross about
something.
Mr. Darcy:
What endearments
am I allowed?
Elizabeth:
Let me think.
Lizzie for everyday. My Pearl for Sundays, and Goddess Divine-but
only on special occasions.
Mr. Darcy:
And what shall I
call you when I’m cross? Mrs. Darcy?
Elizabeth:
Oh no. You may
only call me Mrs. Darcy when you are completely, perfectly, and
incandescently happy.
(He gently takes her face
between his hands.)
Mr. Darcy:
And how are you
this evening, Mrs. Darcy?
(Pride and
Prejudice)
