What abominable insolence! What outrageous behaviour! What audacity! Today, that which I expected lease happened to me. And at such an inopportune time, too, this was. Mr Darcy set me up with a proposal! After all I have just heard about him, I have never, in all my life, been so shocked.
             Was it not just earlier on this very day that it was related to me how Darcy broke my pitiable sister's heart, by convincing her dearest, Mr Bingley, to love her no more, saying it would save him from the inconveniences of most imprudent a marriage. Upon my mentioning it, he regretted it not a drop, was even proud of himself for what he did, further degrading myself by saying, "Towards him, I have been kinder than towards myself", as if by taking me, he would be succumbing to something so terrible. Yet he tells me that, against his will, against his reason, and even against his character, he still wishes to marry me. And as if this was not all enough, he went on to bring up monetary affairs. After thoroughly degrading and ridiculing my family, he still requests to have the hand of one of my father's daughters!
             How could he, out of all people even think to ask my hand in marriage! He has wronged me on all accounts. His detestable pride has offended me to no end. Was it not he that so recently said about me, "she is tolerable; but not handsome enough to tempt me". Was it not he that left me the pity of the ball, being without a partner for a number of dances? Do I not recall saying to Mama after this incident, "I believe Ma'am, I may safely promise you never to dance with him". And now, he offers me a proposal!
             No, there is no way I will ever be able to marry him. And, oh! all that he has done to poor Mr Wickham- he left him as a pauper, with not a cent to his good name. And when I mentioned it, not a bit of remorse showed on Darcy's conceited face, only a degr
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