Dear Mr. Darcy,

I was not under the impression that your original letter required a response and though you have so clearly stated that this one need not be written I feel it would be a shame to leave you to your misery.

Your last letter explained quite thoroughly the pitfalls of my understanding, both in your reasons for the destruction of my sister’s hopes and your reasons to hate Mr. Wickham as ardently as you do. It was to your embarrassment that you put a stop to the marriage of my sister Jane and to mine that you explained the man that Mr. Wickham truly is, lest you lied to me though I can’t see a reason for your doing so.

You are correct in your assumption that we shan’t meet again, I expect you’ll likely never come to Netherfield again due to your own attested injury and I have little reason to come to Darbyshire. So let me take this opportunity to apologize for my transgressions against you that you have so clearly explained in your recent letter, I assure you they occurred without my intention nor my knowledge. Though if my rejection is as insignificant as you lead me to believe, I am inclined to say you will recover quickly.

For your sake I hope such is the case, I would hate to cause you further distress.

Regards,
Elizabeth Bennet

Dear Miss Bennet,

It has taken less than a fortnight since your quitting Derbyshire that
I have sought to write you once again. Be it wishful thinking or that
our Author deems it the cruelest of jokes, I know not, but your 
arrival at Pemberley was a shared unfortunate moment for you and
I. Miss Bennet, I fear that I have done you a terrible injustice as to
hope for our initial parting to be the last, only to wish thereafter that I
see you again. Had I known such a request would be granted, I 
would not have given it, for your sake. Though not my own, I admit.

You must know that my sister is increasingly fond of you. I had 
always wished for her to have such an acquaintance that would
inspire her as you have and it would be remiss of me to not mention
that it had been something I had also desired upon concluding that
I must ask for your hand. Georgiana is, and has always been, my
first greatest happiness and I am glad that she has met my second.

Do you know that she has refused to speak of anything save for
your good humour and pleasantness? Far be it from me to 
correct her. You are not pleasant, Miss Bennet. You are all the
satisfaction of a cool summer air and hot tea during a storm. I
have, of course, made an attempt to break away from such 
discussions, but she would have none of it. I am of a mind to
believe that she means to see me further tortured.

Please know that you are, Miss Bennet, always welcome at Pemberley.

Yours,
F.D.