[Mischievously.] No, Colonel Fitzwilliam. Those are buds; the ones higher still. There—by the eaves.

[Elizabeth laughingly watches Colonel Fitzwilliam until he appears with a cluster of half opened roses, which he presents to her with a gallant air.]

Elizabeth.

[Taking the roses and putting them in her girdle.]

Thank you.

Colonel Fitzwilliam.

May not I have one, as my reward, Miss Bennet?

Elizabeth.

Is not accomplishment its own reward?

Colonel Fitzwilliam.