
Mr. Darcy: Miss Elizabeth… I have struggled in vain and I can bear it no longer. These past few months have been a torment. I came to Rosings only to see you. I have fought against judgement, my family’s expectation, the inferiority of your birth, my rank. I will put them aside and ask you to end my agony.
Elizabeth: I don’t understand.
Mr. Darcy: I love you. Most ardently. Please do me the honour of accepting my hand.
Pride and Prejudice (2005)
WET MR DARCY. GET IN MY PANTS.
Almost didn’t, but really can’t resist reblogging again.