i love this moment because when the butler walks in darcy’s all oh it’s just the butler announcing we’ve run out of the good butter and returns to his paper i like to think it’s the regency era equivalent of the financial review or the wall street journal but as soon as he hears miss elizabeth.. his head jerks up and BOOM we know he’s got it bad. and caroline. poor caroline. i constantly dismiss caroline as a horrible jealous snob but really, i feel for her in this scene because she’s just like WHAT IS HAPPENING NUUUUUUUUUUU darcy what are you doing loving on this peasant girl look at moi darciiiii look at moi but no. darcy’s lost in elizabeth’s fine eyes and she ain’t even in the room yet
If you manifest your true self through nature and your normal surroundings, I find that the most eerie. Like when you see birds suddenly start flying in a different direction or when you see moths forming weird shapes, I think that’s the weirdest way to let yourself be known.