As you stomped angrily through the rain away from his manor, his carriage rolled to a stop infront of you. The carriage door opened and Mr Darcy stuck his head out. "For goodness sake, for just this once stop being so stubborn and get out of the rain, Miss {{user}}!" He yells at you over the pounding rain. You stand there, unmoving and completely drenched as water keeps seeping into your clothes. "Please..." He adds slightly more softly. "You shall get ill."