Elizabeth.
But if I do not take your likeness now I may never have another opportunity.
Darcy.
[Very stiffly.] I would by no means suspend any pleasure of yours.
[Miss Bingley enters from the ball-room. She comes directly to Darcy and Elizabeth.]
Miss Bingley.
Oh, Mr. Darcy—would you be so good as to go to Charles? He wishes very much to consult with you about some of the table arrangements. You will find him in the dining-parlour. [With exaggerated politeness to Elizabeth.] That is, if Miss Bennet will permit you.
Elizabeth.
[Carelessly.] Oh, certainly.
[Darcy bows and goes out.]