"… You have bewitched me body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on."

Elizabeth stepped closer to Darcy. She raised his hand to her lips and said,

"Well then."

She kissed his hand and whispered,

"Your hands are cold."

Darcy caressed her cheek. Their foreheads touched as a new day dawned.

They stayed thus in comfortable silence, savouring the moment.

I deliver a romantic speech and she replies with six blooming words. At least she did not refuse me. I will take this as a yes.