Pemberley
Description
Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
British (General)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Alone. Now, Elizabeth steels her resolve and seeks out Colonel Fitzwilliam in the hope of continuing their conversation and specifically of hearing more about Captain Darcy, what Charlotte had hinted about his station in society had piqued her interest. Miss a steely deep voice interrupts her search. I regret to say that I haven't had the honor of an introduction. I thought I was acquainted with every pretty lady. He hands her a drink and she accepts it smoothly. Perhaps you use the compliment to liberally if you believe yourself to be apprised of all of them. She notices Captain Darcy just behind this strange man, seemingly listening to their conversation. I have been known to compliment, but in this case, I assure you it's sincere then to whom do I owe my gratitude? He takes her hand and places a light kiss on the top of it. Representative Wilson, Miss Mrs Bennett, she says with emphasis, although he is unperturbed by her married name, it is a pleasure she considers how much time it will take for Charlotte to return to her or whether she will have to get away from this man herself. His name doesn't ring a Bell and his sneer is unnerving. Wilson kisses her hand again, lingering this time. Now, this may just be the wine talking, but I would congressman, a gruff voice cuts in Captain Darcy's intimidating figure has about faced and assume the space between them. You should never allow the wine to speak for you. Elizabeth watches as the man shrinks beneath Darcy's rebuke. Captain Darcy Wilson says striking a formal tone. I was just about to make my excuses to Mrs Bennet. I have an early morning train back to Boston and I should regret less knowing I leave her in your company. He bows and has gone before Elizabeth can wish him a good evening. Elizabeth. I's Darcy with something like suspicion. He had to know she could tell he was eavesdropping. At last. Captain Darcy comes out more of a challenge than a greeting. She curtsies but refuses to break eye contact. She notes with curiosity that he seems to wince every time Captain has said I immensely enjoyed the company of your cousin at dinner. Fitzwilliam is blessed with such happy manners as may ensure his making friends and is better so at keeping them than Congressman Wilson. Elizabeth searches his face for something recognizable. His steely gaze offers nothing. He did not seem to have rescued her to recommend himself. So why had he done it? I had surmised as much myself before you came along. He is after the speaker of the house. And so is trying his best to behave himself, at least in certain company, I appreciate your intervention. But unless you intend to attach me as a shadow, your efforts will have been in vain. I will simply turn and find myself a new assailant with the same mark and simply a different title. You are harsh upon my sex and your sex is harsh upon mine. Are you so accustomed to such behavior that you have grown impervious to it? She levels a cynical gaze at him. I find it amusing. She sips if I did not, I could not rationalize leaving my home. He seems unwilling to believe her, but wisely doesn't challenge her on the subject. When he says nothing yet shows no sign of stepping away. She broaches on the subject she knows will either satisfy her curiosity or pressure him to find an excuse to leave. So you are newly a captain of the ***** army. Her choice to specify the army. She regrets, but he doesn't seem to think it odd. I must admit that I am not used to the title. It's been mine for less than a month. He has the goodness to look humbled. I was before a contented student of Harvard when my father decided I was a better use to him at present as the army captain. My title may be dignified, but I find that I am just a glorified errand boy with no talent or interest in war. She cocks an eyebrow at him. Her curiosity piqued at the bizarre makeup of his character. Is your father, a military man as well? Chief Justice. She hopes her reaction was subdued. The elder Mr Darcy undoubtedly holds massive sway in these circles and his son would no doubt follow in his footsteps. Although he looks miserable about it. Suddenly everyone's treatment of him makes sense. And you hope to follow in his footsteps. Perhaps not exactly the law interests me, but I hope to run for office. A war of words is my game. A politician. You have played the hero in snatching me from your own delicate friend. Yet I find you to be cut from the same cloth. His eyebrows pinched together. I'm surprised you have such an aversion to my desired profession. His serious demeanor makes it difficult to tell if he's offended or simply not used to jest. And I'm surprised you underestimate the infamy of such a career. That is what has inspired me to pursue it to change the public's opinion and perhaps yours as well. If not for his sternness, she could have taken this for flirting. The stubbornly set jaw line is practiced and uninviting. He would have to be wealthy to afford this irritated air at his height. He looms over her. There are hard angles to him where there is softness and curves on anyone else. She eyes him again, confirming that for the scowl, he would be breathtakingly handsome