Mr. Collins.
[With another formal wave of the hand.] I am not unmindful of the fact that sometimes a young lady's refusal is repeated a second or even a third time. I am, therefore, by no means discouraged by what you have just said, and I shall hope to lead you to the altar ere long.
Elizabeth.
Upon my word, sir, your hope is rather an extraordinary one after my declaration! You must pay me the compliment of believing what I say. I wish you very happy, and very rich, and, by refusing your hand, do all in my power to prevent your being otherwise. This matter may be considered, therefore, as definitely settled.
[She is about to leave the room when Mr. Collins detains her.]
Mr. Collins.
One moment. When I do myself the honour of speaking to you next on this subject, I shall hope to receive a more favourable answer.
Elizabeth.
[Becoming angry.] Really, Mr. Collins, you puzzle me exceedingly. I know not how to express my refusal in such a way as may convince you of its being one.
Mr. Collins.