Mrs. Darcy.
- Mr. Darcy: How are you this evening, my dear?
- Elizabeth: Very well. Only, I wish you would not call me “my dear.”
- Mr. Darcy: Why?
- Elizabeth: Because it’s what my father calls my mother whenever he’s cross about something.
- Mr. Darcy: Well, what endearments am I allowed?
- Elizabeth: Well, let me think. “Lizzy” for everyday, “my pearl” for Sundays, and “Goddess Divine,” but only on special occasions.
- Mr. Darcy: And what am I to call you when I’m cross? “Mrs. Darcy?”
- Elizabeth: No, you may only call me “Mrs. Darcy” when you are perfectly, completely, and incandescently happy.
- Mr. Darcy: And how are you this evening…Mrs. Darcy?
