Mr Darcy heard tinkling laughter, and upon turning was the recipient of a disdainful look worthy of himself.
'With such an attitude, you should go back to town. No one here finds rude men tempting,' said the young lady as she sauntered off.
Darcy was stunned. Due to his wealth, no one had ever called him to account for his manners.
At last there was one woman not interested in his wealth.
He wondered how much crow he would have to eat, for her to forgive him, and eventually marry him. 'I had better apologise.'
He did and she did.