A blush from the disagreeable woman

The day after Miss Darcy and Mr. Darcy's visit with me, I visited Pemberley in the morning to have breakfast. All went really well, except for the awful Miss Bingley. After another attempt to insult me, she comments on how Darcy thought I was once "rather pretty." I was surprised and flattered when Darcy shot back at her that he now thinks I'm one of the handsomest woman of his acquaintance. I would also have say, as a dear friend, that Darcy is rather handsome as well.