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Pride and Prejudice
  • Mr. Darcy: How are you this evening, my dear?
  • Elizabeth Bennet: Very well... Although I wish you wouldn't call me "my dear".
  • Mr. Darcy: [chuckle] Why?
  • Elizabeth Bennet: Because it's what my father always calls my mother when he's cross about something.
  • Mr. Darcy: What endearments am I allowed?
  • Elizabeth Bennet: Well let me think... "Lizzy" for everyday, "My Pearl" for Sundays, and... "Goddess Divine"... but only on very special occasions.
  • Mr. Darcy: And... What should I call you when I am cross? Mrs. Darcy?
  • Elizabeth Bennet: No! No. You may only call me "Mrs. Darcy"... when you are completely, perfectly, and incandescently happy.
  • Mr. Darcy: Then how are you this evening... Mrs. Darcy? [Kisses her on the forehead] Mrs. Darcy... [Kisses her on the right cheek] Mrs. Darcy... [Kisses her on the nose] Mrs. Darcy... [Kisses her on the left cheek] Mrs. Darcy... [Kiss her on the lips]

“You must know… surely, you must know it was all for you. You are too generous to trifle with me. I believe you spoke with my aunt last night, and it has taught me to hope as I’d scarcely allowed myself before. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever. If, however, your feelings have changed, I will have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.”
-Pride and Prejudice

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Overthinking Classic Novels: The Myth of Grumpy-Faced Darcy

Darcy only smiled […]

Mr. Darcy smiled […]

“And yours,” he replied with a smile, “is wilfully to misunderstand them.”

He smiled, and assured her that whatever she wished him to say should be said.

“What think you of books?” said he, smiling.

“I am not afraid of you,” said he, smilingly.

Darcy smiled, and said, “You are perfectly right.  You have employed your time much better.  No one admitted to the privilege of hearing you, can think any thing wanting.  We neither of us perform to strangers.”

As he spoke there was a sort of smile […]

[…] looking at him, she was a little relieved by his smile.

The happiness which this reply produced, was such as he had probably never felt before; and he expressed himself on the occasion as sensibly and as warmly as a man violently in love can be supposed to do.  Had Elizabeth been able to encounter his eye, she might have seen how well the expression of heartfelt delight, diffused over his face, became him; but, though she could not look, she could listen, and he told her of feelings, which, in proving of what importance she was to him, made his affection every moment more valuable.

That’s ten smiles outright mentioned, never mind the implied ones, and I didn’t even count the fact that his portrait at Pemberley is smiling. So while he’s far from the most cheerful character in English literature, he definitely knows how to use his facial muscles. Sorry, Matthew Macfadyen.