Delighted to make your acquaintance, Phil, John, Al and Harry. Darcy.
My turn? My name is Fitzwilliam Darcy, and I have been told I need anger management, even though I only said her family was of inferior birth and was in no humour to give consequence to young ladies who are slighted.
I believe I am here because I have not the talent which some people possess of conversing easily with those I have never seen before.
Neither with those I do know? You cut me, Al.
There was happiness, if you must know. I suppose it could be described as a honeymoon period after our nuptials, but one reverts to habits in the course of daily life. And for that I make no apology.
All right, I did apologize.
No, I did mean it.
I am a man of character. I don’t have behaviour. A man of character cannot change. That’s why he has character.
I tell you, men, the power of doing any thing with quickness is always much prized by the possessor, and often without any attention to the imperfection of the performance. A restraining order is therefore a blunt instrument.
My tone? I took elocution at Eton. I have no tone; that is the point of going to Eton.
I agree, Harry. Men of sense do not want silly wives.
Well, in essence that is what you said. I am sure Sylvia is a dignified dog-walker, as you call it. Dogs can no longer walk without assistance?
You meant well — it’s Phil, is it? I did also. My object was to show her I was not so mean as to resent the past. I hoped to lessen her ill opinion by letting her see that her reproofs had been attended to. Apparently these days more is expected of a gentleman.
Contrition?
Nothing is more deceitful than the appearance of humility. It is often only carelessness of opinion, and sometimes an indirect boast.
What does ‘fake it till you make it?’ mean?
Gentlemen, I will see you all next week. I would invite you to Pemberley this week-end for the shooting, but regrettably I was told ‘that is just not going to happen.’