Elizabeth. I’ve tried to fight this, but I can’t anymore. These past months have been hell. I came here just to see you. I’ve battled my own judgment, my family’s expectations, the difference in our status—everything. And still, I’m here. Please—end this torment. I love you. Deeply. Please—say yes. So... this is your answer? Are you mocking me? You’re rejecting me? Why do you reject me so easily? That wasn’t my intention— Tell me! I don’t deny it. I thought your sister didn’t care for him. Bingley’s modest too. He thought she wasn’t interested. I did it for his sake. No. But someone suggested it. It was implied that the match was... convenient. No. But I have to admit—your family’s behavior was a concern. Your mother. Your younger sisters. Even your father, at times... You and your sister i must exclude you both. You seem very invested in his story. Yes—his “misfortunes.” So that’s your view of me. Thanks for being honest. Maybe I could’ve been forgiven—if your pride hadn’t been hurt by my honesty. I admitted I had doubts. Did you expect me to celebrate the fact that you’re beneath me in every way? Forgive me, Miss Elizabeth. Thank you for your time. This is my fault. I should’ve exposed Wickham sooner. I wish I could help. This is serious. I’ll leave you now. Goodbye.