Lizzie: What a beautiful pianoforte. Georgiana: My brother gave it to me. (smiles at him) He shouldn’t have. Darcy: Yes I should. Georgiana: Oh very well then. Darcy: She’s easily persuaded, is she not? Lizzie: Your unfortunate brother once had to put up with my playing for a whole evening. (Georgiana turns huge innocent eyes upon Lizzie). Georgiana: But he says you play so well! (Lizzie, astounded, looks at Darcy, who gives a small, rather sweet shrug). Lizzie: Then he has perjured himself most profoundly. (Darcy laughs). Darcy: I said played “quite well”. Lizzie: Quite well is not very well. I am satisfied. (Georgiana looks between them, intrigued and aware, instinctively, of the enormous attraction between them. Darcy notices and makes an effort to be normal).
(Original script)
a cena em que Mr. Darcy dá um sorriso! Lovely! *o*
(Source: pemberley-state-of-mind)
