[Looking distressed, speaks hurriedly.] Oh, Mrs. Bennet, I'm sorry that we cannot wait for Mr. Bennet. We—we—were on the way to meet my steward—and we are already late for the appointment.
Mrs. Bennet.
[Effusively.] I am very sorry you must go, Mr. Bingley. But I hope you will come again. We must engage you soon for dinner.
Bingley.
[In an absent and worried way.] It will be a pleasure.
[Then with bows, the party moves toward the door.]
Mrs. Bennet.
[Bustling.] Your best way to the paddock is by the terrace.
[The gentlemen have almost reached the glass doors when Mr. Collins comes in excitedly, putting himself directly in the way of Bingley and Darcy.]
Mr. Collins.