The following day, Mr Collins awoke feeling oysterous. He had been tortured by amorous dreams all night, his passions fuelled by a generous helping of “oysters au naturel” whilst dining the previous evening, and the effect, even by breakfast time, was still undeniably strong. Putting mind over matter, he considered what Lady Catherine would wish him to do in such a situation and came to the firm belief that she would deem it time for him to make a move in the romantic direction. He was anxious for action but unsure how to proceed. Fortunately the Bennet girls’ plan for the day would prove to give him the opportunity he so urgently desired. It transpired that they were taking part in the Parachuting Teddies competition from the top of Salcombe church. As fortune would have it, Mr Collins had brought his teddy, Malcolm, from whom he had been inseparable from a young age, with him to Salcombe; and so, with some misgivings about throwing the said beloved Malcolm from the top of the church tower, attached only to a spotted handkerchief, he felt this was too good an opportunity to miss and volunteered to take part and accompany the girls.
The weather was bright and breezy. Lasers, toppers, and a host of other gaily coloured sailing dinghies scudded about the choppy estuary waters, one or two capsizing as they were caught by mischievous gusts. The sound of loose rigging clanking against masts echoed across the bay, and seagulls seemed to squawk louder than normal in their frenetic swooping and diving to feast on dropped croissant crumbs and ice cream cones. The Bennet girls, Mrs Bennet, and Mr Collins set off in the opposite direction from the sea, up the steep hill of Church Street, to join the small crowd of people and teddies that were assembling before the church porch of Holy Trinity, Salcombe.
Elizabeth became uncomfortably aware that Mr Collins was angling to get close to her at every opportunity. He even seemed to make a pretence that his Malcolm wanted to snuggle up to her teddy, Bertie, which quite horrified her. Bertie had been her dear companion since earliest childhood and was not to be treated in such a fashion.
The vicar, looking himself like a boat at sea, his white gown flapping relentlessly about his tall, mastlike body, handed out tickets to all teddies and invited owners to make their way in groups up to the top of the tower, where their beloved bears, attached to a handkerchief, would be flung out.
“I will time their descent myself,” he added and, from deep within his white-sail outfit, produced a large stopwatch. “The blessed bear who manages to stay aloft for the longest will be the winner. Off you go, and may the Lord be with you and with your teddies!”
The Bennets and Mr Collins were enough to make up Group F, and when the time came, set off up the winding stairs. The girls scampered ahead, but Mr Collins found his legs would go only at a snail’s pace, and he was forced to stop on several occasions for a breather. By the time he completed the tortuous climb and stepped out into the open at the top of the turret, the girls were already launching their brave teddies into the fresh air. Mrs Bennet, who had made a surprisingly speedy ascent, greeted him in a friendly fashion.
“My dear Mr Collins! Well done! Now where is Malcolm? It must be his turn!”
“Malcolm?” Mr Collins looked around. Where indeed was Malcolm? Oh, Lord! He must have dropped him on the way up. Mrs Bennet saw an opportunity arise.
“Mr Collins! You must have dropped your teddy on the way up! Poor Malcolm. You rest here and we will look for him on the way down and then one of my girls will run back up with him and you will be able to send him on his way.”
Mrs Bennet had in mind that she would send Lizzy back. It was the perfect opportunity for the two of them to have a tête-à-tête. But Mr Collins, the enflamed romantic, was one step ahead!
“Thank you, my dear Mrs Bennet. You are most kind. I do find myself rather out of breath, but I would be most grateful if you could ask dear Elizabeth to wait here with me.”
“Of course! Of course!”
“But, Mama…”
“Stay here, Lizzy!” hissed Mrs Bennet. “Come along, girls—let’s go down at once and see if we can find naughty Malcolm.”
To Lizzy’s distress, she found herself trapped alone on top of the tower with Mr Collins. Mr Collins smiled and simpered for a moment and then began.
“My dear Elizabeth. You must know that I—”
“The view is quite remarkable from here, is it not?” interjected Lizzy, dreading what was to follow. But Mr Collins was not to be put off.
“You must know that I… that I fancy you. No, more! I have the hots for you, my dear Elizabeth, and with such feelings, I am desirous that you will be the companion of my future life.”
Lizzy barely knew whether to laugh or cry but had little chance, as Mr Collins was now on a roll.
“My reasons for marrying are, one, being a clergyman, I should set an example to my parishioners; two, it would make me very happy; three, Lady Catherine would be pleased.”
“Wait, Mr Collins! You have not given me a chance to respond!”
“Respond! No need for that! I look forward to leading you up the aisle ere long and the well… all the happiness and the er… hanky-panky that will follow!”
Mr Collins winked and giggled at Lizzy. Lizzy felt panic rise, and her voice rose in parallel.
“No, Mr Collins! No!” Her voice trembled in shock and horror, which Mr Collins regarded as a passionate response and one which required him to act as befitted an ardent suitor.
Down below, the vicar and teddy-bear parachutists craned their necks to see what all the hullabaloo at the top of the tower was about. To their horror, they could see Lizzy Bennet leaning backwards out over the tower and a strange man leaning over her, throttling her.
It was true Lizzy was in the process of being strangled. Mr Collins was attempting to kiss her, to seal his proposal, but not being familiar with such an act, had placed his hands around her neck, and as he leant forward, Lizzy leant back in an attempt to escape. The more he pressed, the farther she leaned, until she was in mortal danger of falling out altogether.
“No, Mr Collins! No!”
Later that day, Lizzy recoiled with a curious mix of horror, shame, and not a little amusement at what happened next. Her situation had been so precarious that she put into action the only weapon known to woman in such a state and kicked out. The effect was instantaneous. Mr Collins let out a howl of agony, let go of her, and hurtled across the tower to the other side and, to Lizzy’s horror, flipped over the far edge. She dashed across and peered over, expecting to see Mr Collins’s mangled body lying far below. Instead she saw his terrified face only a few feet away. By a miracle, he had been saved from certain death. His coat had caught on a large hook from which he was now dangling.
“Oh! Oh! Save me! Save me!” he whimpered. “Oh my! Oh! Oh! Oh!”
The crowd below had run round and were watching in amazement as Lizzy leant through the castellations and managed to pull the unfortunate Mr Collins up until he tottered on the wall and fell back onto the platform, crushing Lizzy beneath him.