Darcy- "Neither could I, so i walked all the friggin way from Netherfield in my bedclothes (because what's manlier than bedclothes?) and in the dark. Wow, it's a good thing I ran into you here because I don't know what I would have done if I hadn't. Maybe thrown rocks at your window or something."

Lizzy: ...Are you stalking me?

Darcy: Certainly not.

Lizzy: Because, you know, I'm out here, and it's early, and I didn't tell anyone I was going, and then here YOU come all Heathcliffian--

Darcy: Heath-who?

Lizzy: Nevermind. Here you come all Broody McBrooderson-pants, and it's kind of like a whole deus ex machina thing, except more like "broody ex machina" and I'm thinking the only way I could explain your appearance here is if you were actually, I don't know, spying on me or something.

Darcy: Of course not! And have I mentioned that you have fine eyes?

Lizzy: Not in this version. And don't change the subject. --Hey, is that a telescope you've got behind your back?

Darcy: *hides something behind his back* No!

And then Captain Jack Sparrow would saunter jauntily through the meadow, because, really, that would be easier to explain than THIS.

Jack: *swipes Darcy's telescope* Thanks, mate -- been lookin' for this! *grabs Lizzy and drags her off into the fog-laced moors* C'mon luv. Will's waitin'.

Darcy: *broods*