[Excitedly.] No, Darcy! You don't mean it! Why, confound it, if I had had any notion of that—I ... I....
Darcy.
[Contemptuously.] I don't think we need mind Wickham.
Bingley.
But I do mind! To think that I should bring you into the neighbourhood of that rascal——
Darcy.
He must live somewhere, I suppose.
Bingley.
Yes, unfortunately. But, Darcy, you are a puzzle to me.—You are, indeed! How can you speak with any charity of a man who for years abused the patience and generous kindness of your father, and who so lately has attempted against your family the most dastardly action that——
Darcy.