Saye moved away from the three, re-taking his seat and drinking his wine, evidently uncaring that the ladies were yet standing. Now he looked over his shoulder to them and said, “One bedchamber, Miss Bingley.” “I beg your pardon, sir?” “See to it that Mr and Mrs Darcy are not separated at night,” he said. “Darcy will not stand for it, I assure you of that. He cannot bear to be away from her, not even to sleep! Ah, nothing worse than a man in love—you may know the truth of it yourself someday. Maybe.” “Yes. Maybe,” Miss Bingley said, looking a little ill. “But probably not,” Saye added with a
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Bless. This man.
Saye never disappoints
