Jane: George, George. Mr. Wisley is... He is an honorable man. You’ll always have a place with me.
Tom: Miss Austen.
Jane: Mr. Lefroy.
Jane: I believe I must congratulate you, Mr. Lefroy. And you’ve come to visit an old friend at such a time. How considerate.
Tom: I’ve come to offer an explanation, belatedly, for my conduct. I cannot think how to describe it.
Jane: Tell me about your lady, Mr. Lefroy. For where does she come?
Tom: She’s from County Wexford.
Jane: Your own country, excellent. What was it that won her, your manner, smiles, and pleasing address? No, no, not at all. No had I really experienced that emotion, I should, at present, detest the very sight of him. And you are mistaken. I’ve even impartial towards the gloriously endowed Miss Wexford...
Tom: I cannot do this. And so you would marry Wisley? Please? If there is a shred of truth or justice inside of you, you cannot marry him.
Jane: Oh, no Mr. Lefroy. Justice, by your own admission, you know little of truth even less.
Tom: Jane, I have tried. I have tried and I cannot live this lie. Can you? Jane, can you? What value will there be in life if we are not together? Run away with me.
Jane: An elopement?
Tom: That is exactly what I propose. We’ll post to London, by Friday be in Scotland, and man and wife.
Jane: Leave everything?
Tom: Everything. It is the only way we can be together.
Cassandra: You’ll lose everything, family, place. For what? A lifetime of drudgery on a pittance? A child every year and no means to lighten the load? How will you write, Jane?
Jane: I don’t know. But happiness is within my grasp and I cannot help myself.
Cassandra: There is no sense in this.
Jane: If you could have your Robert back, even like this, would you do it? Please conceal my departure as long as possible.
Cassandra: Wait. Here. Take these. Now go, quickly.
Tom: Come. If we hurry, we can still make the morning coach. You are sure?