All was acknowledged, and half the night spent in conversation.
* * * * * "Good gracious!" cried Mrs.Bennet, as she stood at a window the next morning, "if that disagreeable Mr.Darcy is not coming here again with our dear Bingley! What can he mean by being so tiresome as to be always coming here?
I had no notion but he would go a-shooting, or something or other, and not disturb us with his company.

What shall we do with him?
Lizzy, you must walk out with him again, that he may not be in Bingley's way." Elizabeth could hardly help laughing at so convenient a proposal; yet was really vexed that her mother should be always giving him such an epithet.
As soon as they entered, Bingley looked at her so expressively, and shook hands with such warmth, as left no doubt of his good information; and he soon afterwards said aloud, "Mrs.Bennet, have you no more lanes hereabouts in which Lizzy may lose her way again to-day ?" "I advise Mr.Darcy, and Lizzy, and Kitty," said Mrs.Bennet, "to walk to Oakham Mount this morning.

It is a nice long walk, and Mr.Darcy has never seen the view." "It may do very well for the others," replied Mr.Bingley; "but I am sure it will be too much for Kitty.

Won't it, Kitty ?" Kitty owned that she had rather stay at home.

Darcy professed a great curiosity to see the view from the Mount, and Elizabeth silently consented.