[Looks again at Darcy, who remains perfectly calm through all this commotion. This time the sight of him seems to make Bingley somewhat angry, and he pulls himself together and speaks in a firmer tone and in a more cheerful manner.] But, my friends, nobody knows what may happen. We shall undoubtedly all meet again sometime, and meanwhile, you must not let what I have said spoil your pleasure. [The music is now heard again in the ball-room.] There is the music. We must have another dance together.
[There is a general movement among the guests. Those at the back of the room begin to go into the ball-room.]
Bingley.
[To Jane, Colonel Forster, and others near him.] Let us make up a set here; I think there will be room.
Colonel Forster.
Capital idea!
[The Footmen remove the tables.]
Miss Bingley.
Oh, yes, capital! [With meaning, to Darcy.] Do not you think so, Mr. Darcy?
[Darcy bows stiffly, without speaking.]