Elizabeth.
[Curiously, and with ill-concealed anxiety.] What is it you mean?
Colonel Fitzwilliam.
It is a circumstance which, of course, Darcy could not wish to be generally known, because if it were to get round to the lady's family it would be an unpleasant thing.
Elizabeth.
You may depend upon my not mentioning it.
Colonel Fitzwilliam.
And, remember, that I haven't much reason for supposing it to be Bingley. What he told me was merely this: that he congratulated himself on having lately saved a friend from the inconveniences of a most imprudent marriage, but without names or any other particulars, and I only suspected it to be Bingley from believing him to be the kind of young man to get into a scrape of that sort.
Elizabeth.
[Trying to suppress her feeling.] Did Mr. Darcy give you his reasons for this interference?