Darcy.
[Disgusted, turns from him to Bingley.] We are already very late, Bingley.
Bingley.
Yes,—we have no time to lose.
[Darcy and Bingley give passing bows and go out by the glass doors. Mr. Collins keeps by Darcy's side and, as they pass out of sight, is seen still talking to him, to his evident annoyance. All the time that the party is bidding good-bye to Bingley and Darcy, Wickham has been moodily standing by the fireplace. Elizabeth has evidently been concerned about him, for throughout the foregoing interview with Mr. Collins, she has looked at Wickham from time to time.]
Hill.
[Enters at the door leading to the hall.] May I speak to you, Madam?
Mrs. Bennet.
Yes, Hill, yes. [To the gentlemen.] Excuse me for a moment. I will return directly. [Mrs. Bennet and Hill go out.]
Colonel Forster.