Elizabeth.
But you are not entitled to know mine.
Lady Catherine.
Let me be rightly understood. This match can never take place. No, never. Mr. Darcy is engaged to my daughter. Now what have you got to say?
Elizabeth.
Only this—that if it is so, you can have no reason to suppose Mr. Darcy will make an offer to me.
Lady Catherine.
[Hesitating.] The engagement between them is of a peculiar kind. While in their cradles, my sister and I planned their union. Do you pay no regard to the wishes of his friends? Do not you see that honour, decorum—nay, interest, forbid you marrying my nephew? Yes interest, Miss Bennet. For you will be slighted and despised by everyone connected with him!
Elizabeth.
These are heavy misfortunes. But the wife of Mr. Darcy must have such extraordinary sources of happiness that she could have no cause to repine.