[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.