"Didn't we already have this conversation?" Elizabeth asked, looking up from her book.
Mr. Darcy looked up from his desk. "What conversation?"
"You were saying-"
"Oh," he interrupted, "what I said about that author?"
Elizabeth took a deep breath, straightening up from the slouch she had allowed herself to descend into. "Yes."
"I will trust your memory," he said, smiling and getting back to his letter.
"Your opinion on the author's prose was unfair, I think."
"It has been a few years since I read that book." He didn't look up from his letter.
"Have you ever read the book?"