“Pray join us, Mr. Darcy,” Miss Bingley called over her shoulder. “No, I think not. I can only imagine but two motives for you to walk up and down the room together. My joining you would interfere with either of them.” “What could he mean?” Miss Bingley leaned close to Miss Bennet as if sharing a great confidence. “Pray, do you understand him?” “Not at all, but depend upon it, he means to be severe on us, and our surest way of disappointing him will be to ask nothing about it.” Miss Elizabeth turned her face aside, away from Darcy’s view.
