“And so you see, sir, your daughter's future would be well-secured." Darcy finished his enumerations of his significant holdings and sat back, at once satisfied and awkward. Was this not the part of the proceedings where the minor country squire jumped for joy?
Where was all the jumping?
"Yes," said Mr. Bennet. "You have been most... thorough in your recitation. I have no fear for the state of her clothes or carriages.”

Then Darcy could think of absolutely nothing more to say. Mrs. Reynolds had withdrawn, having clearly ascertained that the master of the house needed nothing more from her.

She was mistaken, of course. But the age in which he could run and hide his face in her skirts had ended more than twenty years ago.