"Please do not rush yourself on my account," he insisted, waiting until she had left before he looked up properly and made any attempt to make himself more comfortable. He pushed his curls back out of his face, and untied his cravat. He used the slightly soggy piece of material to wipe his face dry, and then put it in his pocket. He wasn't willing to remove his coat yet, uncertain of the state of his attire underneath. At least the coat was dark, it covered all manner of sins.
The girl re-emerged, and now that she was dressed Darcy felt himself relax a little. He must have looked an idiot to the poor woman, but she was being extremely polite about it.
"Thank you," he nodded, feeling every bit the fool. "Out of interest, how far from Netherfield are we?" Perhaps it would be better for him to simply continue to his intended destination after all.