Charlotte.
Certainly, Mr. Darcy! [Elizabeth also, absent-mindedly, murmurs her assent, for which Darcy lingers with vague uneasiness before departing with Fitzwilliam. Charlotte looks at Elizabeth curiously, then calls to the little maid, who enters.]
Charlotte.
Martha—take these eggs to the pantry. Do not disturb them.
Martha.
Very well, ma'am.
[She curtsies and goes out.]
Charlotte.
[Taking off her hat and gloves.] Now, Eliza, we must get to our work and have a comfortable chat. You have been here nearly two weeks and we really haven't had a good talk yet.
Elizabeth.