And with notice would come judgment.
Darcy’s jaw tightened.
The situation required adjustment.
He mounted his horse.
If Bingley knew of the invitation—
Darcy’s thoughts quickened.
Bingley would eagerly attend such a dinner. His regard for Jane Bennet had become evident to anyone who observed him. The prospect of leaving her in Miss Bingley’s exclusive company would suit him very poorly indeed.
The engagement with the officers—
It might be shortened.
Or postponed.
Darcy turned his horse toward Netherfield.
The ride back was taken at a faster pace than the one that had brought him out. The ground, though softened by rain, held well enough, and the distance passed quickly under a steady rhythm.
Netherfield came into view sooner than expected.
Darcy dismounted before the servant could reach him, handing off the reins with a brief word before entering the house.
He found Bingley in the morning room, papers spread before him, his attention divided between accounts and speculation.
“Darcy,” Bingley said, looking up, “you have returned quickly.”
“There is something you should know.”
Bingley set aside his papers. “What is it?”
“Miss Bingley has invited the Bennet sisters to dine this evening.”
Bingley’s expression changed.
“Has she?”
“So, I am informed.”
“Why was I not told?”
Darcy allowed a slight pause. “It appears the invitation was extended without consultation.”
Bingley’s brows drew together, though not in anger.
“Well—” he began, then stopped.
A moment passed.
“Miss Bennet will be here,” he said, as though confirming it aloud.
“Yes.”
Bingley rose.
