I envy your simple ways of living, with the only distraction being the gossip of your neighbor and your preoccupation with Mr. Darcey. Though it seems so complicated and stressful to you, you have a wonderful life full of love and excitement and a wonderful outcome awaits you. So don't worry, Mr. Darcey loves you and everything is going to work out wonderfully.
It seems to be clear that you are prejudice and your dear Mr. Darcey is pride. Or at least that is how the novel begins... I ask you, why are you so quick to judge him? Is it that unfathomable to think that someone of his rank would be a modest man, afraid to share his feelings with someone such as you? Well, I suppose it all works out for you in the end. Perhaps you judge him quickly because other men have let you down in some way? But that doesn't seem right, you have a loving, honest relationship with your father. This doesn't seem suited for a Freudian psychologist, I suppose. Perhaps you have trouble imagining a happy outcome for yourself? This is most likely, for you are modest as well.
That is all, for now, my dear Ms. Bennett. Good luck in your attempt to understand Mr. Darcey throughout the rest of this movie. I already know what will happen, but you do not. Oh, the irony.
Yours truly,
Me.
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