[Interrupting him with hauteur.] We have already said too much of George Wickham. I prefer not to discuss him further.
[Bingley turns away hurt and embarrassed. Darcy seeing the effect of his words and manner, goes to him kindly, and speaks to him in a changed voice.]
Bingley, I entirely understand your indignation. Indeed, I share it so fully that I dare not trust myself to think of the man's villainy. It is better that I say nothing of him, even to you.
BINGLEY.
[Moved.] I am sure, I beg your pardon, Darcy.
Darcy.
It is rather for me to ask yours.
[There follows an awkward pause, which Bingley at length breaks by speaking in a tone of forced gaiety.]
Bingley.
Pretty place, this.