“I have thought about this all night, but I cannot imagine who this Mrs Crawford might be. Regardless, if there is a mother and child in real danger, I shall not be indifferent to it. I trust you will be diligent in discovering the truth.”
“Of course. I shall do as you requested, sir.”
Half an hour later, Bingley arrived, early for breakfast, impatient and anxious.
“I quarrelled with Caroline last night. I forced her to admit she deliberately concealed Miss Bennet’s presence in town from me. And then she dared to forbid me to visit Miss Bennet today! Can you imagine that? She forbade me! I was so angry that I demanded she move to the Hursts’ house immediately. I do not want to see her at present.”
“You are the master of your house, Bingley, and you decide who is welcome in it.”
“Caroline is absurd, I tell you! But I do not want to think any more about her now. I am trying to calm myself before we go to Gracechurch Street. I hope Miss Bennet will be at home.”
“You must calm down, indeed, Bingley, or you will scare Miss Bennet. She will certainly be surprised by your visit, so you must mind your manners.”
“I know. That is why I asked you to join me. Shall we leave after breakfast?”
“Yes, you must eat something and have some coffee. Or perhaps a herbal tea would be more appropriate for your nerves.”
“You may mock me, Darcy, but you might be right. I shall ask for some herbal tea, just to be sure.”
Bingley’s restlessness was further proof of his feelings for the lady and another reason for Darcy’s guilt. As Elizabeth had said, he might have ruined his friend’s happiness. Their reception in Gracechurch Street would indicate whether he could repair the damage or if all hope was lost.
