[Exploding and banging his whip against his knees.]
Damn!—Oh, I beg your pardon, Miss Bennet. I beg your pardon. What right has my aunt to meddle in my affairs? How dare she give you such distress?
Elizabeth.
It is far better that we know the truth, Mr. Darcy. For my part, I can never express to you our obligation.
Darcy.
Oh, Miss Bennet—I beg of you! The obligation was entirely my own. I only did what was my decent, plain duty. [Faltering.] You remember—I told you—if I had spoken, this would never have happened.
Elizabeth.
Yes, I remember. But you exaggerated your responsibility. I—we—of course my father will see you about your loan to us. I would not have Lady Catherine think——
Darcy.
[Furious again.] Oh, I will settle matters with Lady Catherine! Have no fears on that score, Miss Bennet. She shall be set right, I assure you.