“Since spring, I have reason to believe that the stories Mr. Wickham told us of his misfortunes at the hands of Mr. Darcy were exaggerated, if not outright falsehoods.” Bennet felt his brow rising of its own accord, and Elizabeth could not meet his gaze. There was a story of which he was not aware, but as his youngest may, at that moment, be throwing herself into the power of a scoundrel, Bennet knew it was not the time to pursue it.”

“Bennet was delighted—he had not thought he would receive such amusement when traveling in such circumstances, but his daughter and her unacknowledged suitor were proving him incorrect! But Mr. Darcy said nothing further, requiring Bennet to prod him a little more.”