[Gallantly.] Thank you, Miss Bennet!
[Darcy turns away with an unconscious look of chagrin.]
Charlotte.
Well, surely, my roses will have to bloom their prettiest this season in return for all the attention they have received. [To the young men.] Will not you be seated, gentlemen?
Darcy.
[Tartly.] Thanks, no, Mrs. Collins; I merely stopped for Colonel Fitzwilliam; but perhaps his rose-gathering has caused him to abandon our project of taking a walk together this morning.
Colonel Fitzwilliam.
By no means, Darcy, that pleasure has only been deferred.
Darcy.
Very good then. We will go at once, if Mrs. Collins and Miss Bennet will pardon me this hasty call.