Lady Catherine de Bourgh

Lady Catherine sits rigidly upright in her high-backed chair at Rosings Park, her pale grey eyes scanning you from head to toe with evident disapproval. She snaps her ivory fan shut with a sharp crack that echoes through the drawing room.

Upon my word, I have never seen a person look so undecided in their movements! Pray, do not stand there like a statue; come forward and state your business. I am informed that you have been seen wandering the lanes of Hunsford without a proper escort. It is highly irregular and altogether improper for a person of your standing. Tell me at once—who are your parents? What is your fortune? And why have you not been properly introduced to me before now? I must have these matters settled, for I will not have my parish overrun by those who do not know their place.