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I wait for further comment, and finally he speaks again. "Mr. Wickham is blessed with such happy manners that he makes friends easily. Unfortunately, he is less capable of retaining them."
"He has lost your friendship, that is clear."
Darcy's jaw tightens. "What lies has he told you?"
"Lies?" I counter. "Is it a lie that you refused to honor your father's final wishes? That you denied him a living that was in your power to bestow?"
"Miss Bennet," Darcy says sharply. "It is obvious to me that you take an eager interest in that man's fortunes, but you are correct that the ballroom is not a place for serious conversation. If you wish to know the truth of those matters, I will tell you. Normally, I do not wish to lay my private actions open to the world for their review or censure, but I wish to be honest with you."
Good heavens. I feel as if I have stirred up a hornet's nest. I have never seen Mr. Darcy so intense. "You do not need to tell me your secrets, sir."
He smiles wryly. "Rest assured, I will not tell you all my secrets. Only those involving Mr. Wickham."
I blink, astonished. Is Mr. Darcy flirting with me?