Bingley merely nodded, a
slime slowly spreading across his face. After a few silent minutes, his buoyant spirit returned. “Well I say, Darcy, this is most unexpected. I had been thinking about returning to Netherfield, and now I think my course is set. However, I think the best course of action would be to seek a courtship, in order to better understand Miss Bennet’s heart.” I understood his reticence. As much as I might relish the idea of riding to Longbourn at first light, it was too soon. As I rose to leave, Bingley’s voice interrupted my reverie.
I hate to nitpick but did you perhaps mean
smile not
slime?
I am rather amused imagining what colour slime spread across Bingley's face.
