"Certainly, it is a Miss Ashley Sully," he told him, before going on to explain the exact location of the apartment that house an impressive collection of literature, carefully organised and maintained by its custodian. Darcy did seem to brighten a little at the talk of books. "I know precisely what you mean. My own library was the work of many generations, constantly added to, a very organic sort of a place. I think you will appreciate Miss Sully's. I was quite impressed," he told him, sure that it had everything to do with the room full of books and nothing to do with being alone with her in it.
"That is good to hear. I find many of their customs and mannerisms confusing. All the social cues are different, and I fear I have always relied on that tradition quite heavily when conversing with strangers," he told him. And then realised that he actually was talking to a stranger, and he hadn't managed to freeze up or insult him so far. Maybe he was better than he gave himself credit for.
He smiled as Adam complimented his horse. "Please, be my guest," he told him, moving first to touch Annie's neck and remind here he was there. "This is Annie," he told the gentleman, very nearly introducing him to the horse in return but just holding back on such silliness.