Colonel Fitzwilliam.
Why—what?—Why do you suppose Miss Darcy is likely to give us any uneasiness, Miss Bennet?
Elizabeth.
[Carelessly.] Oh, nothing at all! You need not be frightened! I never heard any harm of her; she is a great favourite with a lady of my acquaintance—Miss Bingley. I think I have heard you say that you knew Miss Bingley.
Colonel Fitzwilliam.
I know her a little. Her brother is a pleasant, gentlemanlike man. He is a great friend of Darcy's.
Elizabeth.
Oh, yes. Mr. Darcy is uncommonly kind to Mr. Bingley and takes a prodigious deal of care of him.
Colonel Fitzwilliam.
Care of him? Yes, I really believe Darcy does take care of him. From something he has told me, I have reason to think Bingley very much indebted to him. [Stopping.] But I ought to beg his pardon, for I have no right to suppose that Bingley was the person meant.