Miss Elizabeth. I have struggled in vain and I can bear it no longer. These past months have been a torment. I came to Rosings with the single object of seeing you. I had to see you. I have fought against my better judgment, my family’s expectations, the inferiority of your birth by rank and circumstance. All these things I am willing to put aside and ask you to end my agony. I don’t understand. I l o v e y o u .
The glories of nature. What are men compared to rocks and mountains?
Only the deepest love will persuade me into matrimony, which is why I will end up an old maid.
Count your blessings, Lizzy. If he liked you, you’d have to talk to him.