Bingley.

[Rising.] Ladies and gentlemen! Friends!

All.

Hear! Hear!

Bingley.

I—I really cannot tell you how much I am touched by the very kind words of Colonel Forster and Sir William! And—and I only wish that I deserved them.

All.

Indeed, you do!

Bingley.

[Embarrassed and looking toward Darcy, who with folded arms, is staring at the ceiling.] No, I do not. I—I did not like to speak of such a painful thing on an occasion like this, and so I have told no one of the fact that I am about to—to leave Netherfield.