[door creaking]
l came to leave you this.
(Darcy) l shall not renew the sentíments...
whích were so dísgustíng to you...
but íf l may, l wíll address the two offenses you have laíd agaínst me.
My father loved Mr. Wíckham aS a SOn.
ln consequence he left hím a generous lívíng.
But upon my father's death, Mr. Wíckham...
announced he had no íntentíon of takíng orders.
He demanded the value of the lívíng whích he was gíven...
and whích he gambled away wíthín weeks.
He then wrote demandíng more money, whích l refused...
after whích he severed all acquaíntance.
He came back to see us Iast summer...
at whích poínt he declared passíonate love for my síster...
whom he tríed to persuade to elope wíth hím.
She ís to ínherít f30,OOO.
When ít was made clear...
he would never receíve a penny of that ínherítance...
he dísappeared.
l wíll not attempt to convey the depth of Georgíana's despaír.
She was 15 years old.
As to the other matter, that of your síster and Mr. _íngley.
Though the motíves whích governed me may to you appear ínsuffícíent...
they were ín the servíce of a fríend.
Lizzie?
Are you all right?
l hardly know.
[church bells ringing]