"I have been a very poor friend, getting it all wrong about her... but we can make amends, it seems. Give them a nudge back together," he suggested, pleased to have that opportunity. He couldn't stand Bingley's poor little heartbroken face; he wanted to have him a smiling idiot once again.
Darcy had nodded along, not really thinking about it until Ashley gasped and he remembered what she had said about Mr Wickham. He stopped dead, giving her a wide-eyed look for a moment. "It may not be too late for her," he realised.
They had a lot to do, a lot of letters to write, a lot of wrongs to right.