“But perhaps he may be a little whimsical in his civilities，”replied her uncle.“Your great men often are；and therefore I shall not take him at his word about fishing， as he might change his mind another day，and warn me off his grounds.”
He then asked her to walk into the house―but she declared herself not tired，and they stood together on the lawn.At such a time much might have been said，and silence was very awkward. She wanted to talk，but there seemed to be an embargo on every subject.At last she recollected that she had been travelling，and they talked of Matlock and Dovedale with great perseverance.Yet time and her aunt moved slowly―and her patience and her ideas were nearly worn our before the tête-à-tête was over.
Elizabeth excused herself as well as she could；said that she had liked him better when they met in Kent than before，and that she had never seen him so pleasant as this morning.
On Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner's coming up they were all pressed to go into the house and take some refreshment； but this was declined， and they parted on each side with utmost politeness. Mr.Darcy handed the ladies into the carriage；and when it drove off，Elizabeth saw him walking slowly towards the house.
“There is something a little stately in him，to be sure，”replied her aunt，“but it is confined to his air，and is not unbecoming.I can now say with the housekeeper，that though some people may call him proud，I have seen nothing of it.”