Darcy left the parsonage in a frenzied state.
"She never desired my good opinion!
She has every reason to think ill of me!
Had I behaved in a more gentlemanlike manner!
I am the last man in the world whom she could ever be prevailed on to marry!
And she believes Wickham over me!"
Her angry words resonated in his mind.
Back at Rosings, Richard exclaimed when he saw his cousin rushing to his chambers.
"What happened to you? You look like you have been to hell!"
"…"
It certainly feels like it. Elizabeth just incinerated me.
"Darce?"
"We leave tomorrow."