Darcy: You are not well.May I not call a doctor?
Elizabeth: No. I am well. I am well
Darcy: Is there nothing you can take for your present relief?A glass of wine? Can I get you one? Truly, you look very ill.
Elizabeth: No, I thank you. There is nothing the matter with me. I am quite well.I am only distressed by some dreadful news, which I have just received from Longbourn.
Darcy: I am sorry. Forgive me
.Elizabeth: No, no.I have just received a letter from Jane, with such dreadful news.It cannot be concealed from anyone.My youngest sister has left all her friends,has eloped,has thrown herself into the power…of Mr Wickham.They have run away together from Brighton. You know him too well to doubt the rest.She has no money, no connections, nothing that can tempt him.When I think that I might have prevented it!I, who knew what he was!Had his character been known, this could not have happened.But it is all too late now.
Darcy: You may be assured of my secrecy.But I have stayed too long. I shall leave you now.
Elizabeth :Yes. Thank you.
I shall never see him again.