'I think it might be wise to take a turn outside, Bingley, it's possible your sister might only stop here to change the team and not come into the inn.' 'I suspect that you're correct. She'll not wish to be seen.' He tossed his napkin onto the table. 'I'm replete – I've no intention of getting on a horse again until my food has settled.' Black clouds had rolled in whilst they'd been inside. 'Let's hope the rain holds off for a while. I've no inclination to get drenched on our return journey.' Darcy frowned. 'Perhaps it might be wise to reserve a room for the night just in case the weather turns nasty.' 'I've no intention of being away overnight, my friend, I've not been apart from Jane since we were wed and don't want to set a precedent today.' There was no point in arguing with Bingley on this point – where his family was concerned he was obdurate and could never be persuaded to change his mind about the smallest thing. It had been far easier to alter his viewpoint in the past. They strolled around to the stables and selected two mounts for their return journey.
