Day light creeps through the curtains. Mrs. Bennet is sprawled on a sofa. Lydia completely drunk. Kitty asleep. Jane sitting demurely. Collins looking longingly at Elizabeth. Mrs. Bennet is holding court, whilst the footmen behind are literally ready to drop. Bingley Is standing, the perfect host, but obviously willing the Bennets to leave.
Mrs. Bennet: I have never had such a good time in my life. Mr. Bingley you must have such a ball once a month at least.
Caroline who is standing with her brother, yawns ostentatiously.
Elizabeth: Mother, I really think it is time to go.
Mrs. Bennet: Don´t be impertinent. Our hosts are perfectly happy with our company, are you not, Mr. Bingley? I hope I can entice you to Longbourn to sample our hospitality. We would make sure you had 3 or 4 courses at least.
She holds out her glass for a top up and carries on.
Mrs. Bennet: So tell me Mr. Bingley, whom did you like least of all your guests this evening?
Elizabeth: Really, this is enough.
Darcy looking down at Elizabeth from a staircase. He turns and walks away.