“Don’t worry, we’ll find you a nice British girl in no time,” Darcy teased a little, although it wouldn’t have sounded anything but sincere to Bingley.
“Yes, that was it. These American social customs have taken some adjusting,” Darcy admitted, and Bingley looked at him like he’d grown an extra head.
“As I live and breathe, Fitzwilliam Darcy, budging even an inch on his social customs?!” he laughed in disbelief.
“Yes, yes, which is exactly why I’m a hypocrite, and why I was all wrong about Jane Bennet, if you remember the original point,” Darcy tried to shift the focus back on his friend.