Aug 4, 1812
On the road to Pemberley with the Bingleys
MESSENGER
An urgent message for you, Mr. Darcy. Nudge, nudge. Wink, wink.
DARCY
All right, that's enough, James. Keep your voice down. Where have you been? I was beginning to think that Mr. Reynolds had forgotten our little ruse.
MESSENGER
No sir. A delay in Buxton is all. Oh, look out, sir. Miss Bingley is coming.
DARCY
Oh, um, ahem, thank you, my good man. Ah, Miss Bingley. I'm afraid I have bad news --
MISS BINGLEY
Let me guess, Mr. Darcy. Your steward again.
DARCY
Yes, it seems that I am summoned to Pemberley. Some urgent business. I'll have to ride on ahead.
MISS BINGLEY
Oh, Mr. Darcy. Is your steward not able to get by without you for even one day?
DARCY
Well, running Pemberley is a hard business, Miss Bingley. Please have a pleasant trip. I'll have everything ready for you when you arrive tomorrow. Now please excuse me while I say good-bye to Georgiana.


DARCY
Um, hello dearest.
GEORGIANA
Hello, brother. Don't tell me. You're riding on ahead again, aren't you? Why do I have to suffer alone with Miss Bingley just so you can avoid her again for one day?
DARCY
I'm sorry, Georgiana. I need to be alone with my thoughts for a few hours, and Miss Bingley will not stop talking.
GEORGIANA
Why can't I ride on your horse with you? Maybe I'm needed at Pemberley as well.
DARCY
Why don't you just pretend to be asleep in the carriage?
GEORGIANA
Well, next time you should just put a sleeping potion into Miss Bingley's tea instead of stranding me here like this. She is not stupid, you know. The next time you try this she will begin to suspect.
DARCY
I'll make it up to you, my sweet.
GEORGIANA
Marry that girl from Hertfordshire. If you marry Miss Bingley I'll ... I'll, throw myself from my bedroom window.
DARCY
Don't worry on that account, Georgiana. I won't be marrying Miss Bingley any time soon.
GEORGIANA
What was the name of her house? Longmouth? Longburden?
DARCY
Forget about her. Now have a nap.
GEORGIANA
I hate you.
DARCY
Oh, Georgiana.
GEORGIANA
Oh, Fitzwilliam, I'm sorry. Come let me kiss you. But I dare say you owe me another pianoforte.
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