Disclaimer: All rights to the P&P plot and characters belong to the late deceased Ms Jane Austen. I only hope she doesn't turn over in her grave when she "sees" this.
This is a shot of Darcy going to get Mr Bennet's permission to marry Elizabeth. The dialogue should hopefully be in tune with the novel, although the internal dialogues (esp. Darcy's) is very pro- fluffy.
FD - Fitz.Darcy
MB
- Mr.Bennet.
FDT/MBT - Character thoughts.
Scene: MB in library, reading. He doesn't look up when knock sounds on door.
MB: Enter
FD:Good evening Sir
(enters room)
MB (surprised but doesn't show it):Good evening...?
FDT:Hmm, better
break the ice first..
FD:(politely)I hope I haven't interrupted you in your reading."
MB(wryly):"Not at all, Sir. Dostovsky can
wait. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
MBT :I
was just getting to the good bit when the Tsar is found murdered and
there are fifty seven suspects. Why did you have to pick 'this'
moment to work on your social graces, you bigheaded young twit? What
are you doing here anyway?"
FD:I want to have a word about procuring your blessing, Sir. I wish to marry your daughter Elizabeth
The effect was immediate. Mr Bennet stared, doubted and then spoke.
MB:Oh?"
MBT:YOU! you're Lizzy's enemy number one! she wouldn't have
you even if you rolled over on this very carpet and begged!
she...wait a minute.. is this the young fop's idea of a joke?"
Mr Bennet falls into a reverie.
FDT:"That's it? That's all you have to say? I thought I was Lucidity itself. What is it with father and daughter never reacting the way you expect them to?"
Uncomfortable silence descends.
FD:(clears throat)Do - I have your permission, Sir?"
MB:(coming back from reverie with difficulty)I
must - confess being a little more than surprised at your
application, Mr- er..Darcy. I was not aware, you see, that you and my
daughter were on such intimate terms."
MBT: "Especially
if the same daughter once famously remarked that she wouldn't breathe
the same foul air as you, let alone have to endure your society for
four whole days!"
FD:I admit that I have not been very forward with my intentions in the past, but Elizabeth and I have reached an understanding and we are quite serious in our intent."
FDT:"Ah
Elizabeth! Lodestar of my life, the fruit that hangs in my tree of
life! An angel in human form if ever there was one! I love her! I
love her! I love her!"
MBT: "Good grief! The
boy's serious! What on earth was Lizzy thinking? I can't turn down
this - this extremely rich fop although it's a tempting thought"
MB:(heavy sigh):Very well, Sir. I see
no particular objections. With you."
MBT:"But I will
with Lizzy in a couple of minutes..."
FDT:"-love
her! love her! Oh blast...must concentrate."
FD:
"Thank you Sir." (Turns to leave)
FDT:"Well,
that wasn't so diff-"
MB:Just
one other thing. Would you mind asking my daughter to see me?"
MBT:"And if I find you've coerced her in any way, I'll
have you out of here faster than you can say Ten
thousand a year ! as my wife so fondly
quotes when referring to you."
FDT:"Uh - oh, touch of frost there. Perhaps I was a
bit abrupt back there. "
FD:"Of course,
Sir."
Darcy stands irresolutely with his hand on the doorknob, then turns and faces Mr Bennet again.
FD:"I know we haven't had many occasions in order to get better acquainted. Actually, I'll admit I never even bothered in the past. But that was before I met your daughter and I hope Mr Bennet, that for her sake we can make use of the present time to get to know each other better."
MBTWhat's this? Can this be Lizzy's
doing? 'How the mighty are fallen' as the fellow said."
MB(appearing nonchalant):Mmm..yes, quite"
Darcy leaves.
Mr Bennet allows himself a small smile, then rises and starts pacing the room with a frown.
