In addition:
Exactly what authority is Fitzwilliam Darcy on romance? He's twenty seven going on fifty nine years old and with no mentions of romantic association except what he sees in his dressing mirror. Bingley may well have thought to ask him that (if he hadn't been in such awe of him), indeed he should have done that, but of course, didn't. So here we have a story of supposed great romance, between two friends and their chosen ladies and yet both are put to shame by a gawky fool of a man ( Cassanova Collins) who manages to fall in love with three different woman, realises he can't have one, tries his luck with the second and becomes engaged to the third...and all in the space of forty-eight hours... and he wasn't handsome or intelligent and of middling financial means only.( Well, he did have future ownership of Longbourne up his sleeve, but that was dependent of Mr Bennet obligingly dying). One has to wonder how Bingley passed those eight months in the bright lights of Grosvenor Square? Give that some thought, because the answer may lead us to believe he was either a carefree rake who danced, drank and gambled his time away ( well, he could hardly shoot much in Grosvenor Square, could he?) or he spent his time playing cards with boring Mr Hurst between falling asleep on the chaise longue. Eight months can seem a long time, especially to someone who mopes around dreaming of what might have been. Yes, Mr Bingley definitely had much to learn. (-:
