“Has anyone ever told you you’ve got too good a memory?” Colonel Fitzwilliam reclines in the armchair. “Besides, you got the girl in the end, didn’t you? Let bygones be bygones!” His voice momentarily takes the affected tone of their esteemed aunt Lady Catherine, his eyes dark with laughter. “It’s unbecoming of a gentleman to hold a grudge, you know. And it’s not like I meant to set the lovely Mrs. Darcy on a warpath.” ((On the subject of my boy being a “bad wingman” maybe?))
Mr. Darcy was close enough to his cousin to give him a blatantly sharp look without feeling the need to veil it. Instead of favoring Colonel Fitzwilliam with a reply, the man glowered before looking away slightly at the mention of his wife. Despite himself, or perhaps without even his knowing, the severe look in his eyes softened slightly, though his tone was still pointed. “It is also unbecoming of a gentleman to gossip. Perhaps we can both learn from the past.”