"It struck me as pretty ridiculous to be called Mr. Darcy and to stand on your own looking snooty at a party."
Rosalie's description of someone as possibly being like Mr. Darcy was really, really good - impatient, a little snide, not affectionate about anything or anybody (except, apparently, mid-1990s local music (rather than Pemberly or Wickam) - and then I got thinking about Bridget, as I am wont to do, and was reminded of the above.