HURST
There you are, Darcy. So this is where you hide.
DARCY
Oh, hello Hurst. Care for a drink?
HURST
Yes. Top up my glass if you could.
...I say, sport, won't it be nice when those
Bennet girls are finally gone?
DARCY
Yes, I suppose. Why are you so anxious to see them go? Are they
consuming too much of your tawny port?
HURST
No, no, but I can't get a wink of sleep in the parlour after dinner
when you and Miss Elizabeth go at it.
DARCY
Go at it?
HURST
You keep on engaging her in some ridiculous conversation about
poetry, or politics, or --
DARCY
Well, if there were anyone else around here who could carry on an
intelligent conversation --
HURST
I think your staring makes her uncomfortable.
DARCY
My staring? My dear Hurst, I think you've been mixing your alcoholic
beverages a bit too carelessly.
HURST
Darcy, I can tell that you like this girl. You'd better get
yourself away from this place if you want to avoid becoming as
smitten as my brother-in-law is.
DARCY
Since when have you become --
HURST
And she clearly doesn't like you, which only makes matters worse.
DARCY
Hurst, why don't you ...oh, pour me some of that port, will you?
HURST
For your own sake and Bingley's, we'd better quit this place as soon
as this idiotic ball is over with.