Darcy huffed lightly, his annoyance was more than evident at this new piece of information, but it was an internalised irritation at himself for allowing himself to be so distracted that he had rode so far off course. That Bennett girl had really gotten under his skin, hadn't she?
He sighed lightly, his countenance softening somewhat at her offering. "That is very hospitable of you, and I greatly thank you for it, madam," he told her with what must've been a comical sincerity for the time he now found himself in.
Sully. He didn't know the name, although it was hardly surprising. She looked to be something of a farmer's daughter, perhaps, which would explain the offering of a barn. He gave her a small bow in return. "I'm Fitzwilliam Darcy," he introduced himself. He rarely needed to offer more than the name.