Posted on Thursday, 4 November 1999
I can't believe he just said that. He in love with me? And that's not even the worse part. He has the nerve to come in and act like he's doing me a favor in asking me to marry him. Who died and made him king? He came in here and said that I was below him in every way with a family who has little money and no propriety. What about his aunt, Lady Catherine. Is she so proper with her condescending attitude, blunt statements, and insults? She wouldn't know propriety if it was staring right in her face. And he says that loving me was against his reason and character. And I'm supposed to accept him? That man certainly must be brought down a peg or two.
And poor handsome Lieutenant George Wickham. He, who is forced to make his own way in the world in the army. All because Mr. Darcy blatantly refused to give Mr. Wickham the living that was meant to be his. Mr. Darcy, who, because of his petty jealous of Mr. Wickham, refused to let Mr. Wickham become a clergyman with a nice living in Kimpton. If it weren't for that man who came in here with insults and a marriage proposal, Mr. Wickham could have the choice of any woman who he wanted to marry. Instead he has to take care to only fall in love with a women with money. Maybe it could've been me.
But still, that isn't the worse. How could Mr. Darcy interfere with the love between my dear sister and Mr. Bingley? Does he know how dejected dear Jane has felt in his absence...with no hope of Mr. Bingley's return. Because of him, my sister stays in a state of melancholy and when she smiles, it's no longer because of pure joy...it's only when she has to. How does he know if my sister was in love, or not. He, who doesn't know Jane as I do. He doesn't know how Jane is always serene and doesn't let her emotions show on her face. That proud man has ruined the only chance of happiness my sister has had in a long time.
No, no, Mr. Darcy. There is no pity I feel for you. After all, all the objections you feel towards my family will soon drive away any regard you once felt for me.