Darcy's conscience sat on his right shoulder.
"Too proud!" it cried when he considered refusing to invite Bingley's ghastly sisters to Pemberley when their brother was to come.
"Not proud enough!" it grumbled when he held a shop door open for an old lady, only to find himself playing doorman for the string of seven young girls who followed her. They giggled, for goodness sake.
"Just right!" it murmured when he offered himself to Elizabeth Bennet a second time.
Darcy's personal goldilocks accepted his hand, and promised she would keep his pride under good regulation forever more.