"Where is Miss Elizabeth?!"
"Lady Catherine!"
"Stop this nonsense at once! You cannot proceed with the wedding."
"Whyever not?"
"Mr Darcy is betrothed to my daughter."
"That is impossible! We are getting married today."
"What does he see in you? Except perhaps your scandalous melons. You obviously employed your arts and allurements on him."
"I take offence, Lady Catherine. Mr Darcy and I love each other."
"Love? What a silly notion!"
"Show yourself out, madam."
"Obstinate, headstrong girl! I shall convince him that you will only pollute the shades of Pemberley. I know not what is up with that man."
