
incandescently_happy
- How are you this evening, my dear? - Very well... although I wish you would not call me "my dear." - Why? - Because it's what my father always calls my mother when he's cross about so mething - What endearments am I allowed? - Well let me think..."Lizzie" for every day, "My Pearl" for Sundays, and..."Goddess Divine"... but only on *very* special occasions. - And... what should I call you when I am cross? Mrs. Darcy...? - No! No. You may only call me "Mrs. Darcy"... when you are completely, and perfectly, and incandescently happy. - Then how are you this evening... Mrs. Darcy? Mrs. Darcy... Mrs. Darcy... Mrs. Darcy... Mrs. Darcy! Jane Austen. Pride and Prejudice.

ItsjustLyn
I love this part! It’s one of my favourite scenes, it’s so sweet and just perfect. ✨
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