-How are you this evening, my dear? -Very well. Only I wish you would not call me "my dear". -Why? -'Cause it's what my father always calls my mother when he's cross about something. -What endearments am I allowed? -Well, let me think. Lizzie, for everyday. My pearl, for Sundays. And Goddess Divine, but only on very special occasions. -And what shall I call you when I'm cross? Mrs. Marcy? -No, no. You may only call me Mrs. Darcy when you are completely and perfectly, and incandescently happy. -And how are you this evening, Mrs.Darcy? Mrs.Darcy Mrs.Darcy Mrs.Darcy Mrs.Darcy Mrs.Darcy