Page 177 - Bridget Jones's Diary - by Helen FIELDING

Mark! Another glass of Pimms? What a shame Bridget couldn't bring her

boyfriend. He's a lucky chap, isn't he?' All this was said very aggressively as if
Una was taking as a personal insult the fact that Mark had chosen a girlfriend
who was a) not me and b) had not been introduced to him by Una at a turkey
curry buffet. 'What's his name, Bridget? Daniel, is it? Pam says he's one of these
sooper-dooper young publishers.

'Daniel Cleaver?' said Mark Darcy.

'Yes, it is, actually,' I said, jutting my chin out.

'Is he a friend of yours, Mark?' said Una.

'Absolutely not,' he said, abruptly.

'Oooh. I hope he's good enough for our little Bridget,' Una pressed on,
winking at me as if this was all hilarious fun instead of hideous.

'I think I could say again, with total confidence, absolutely not,' said Mark.

'Oh, hang on a tick, there's Audrey. Audreyl' said Una, not listening, and
tripping off, thank God.

'I suppose you think that's clever,' I said furiously, when she'd gone.

'What?' said Mark, looking surprised.

'Don't you "What?" me, Mark Darcy,' I muttered.

'You sound just like my mother,' he said.

'I suppose you think its all right to slag people's boyfriends off to their parents'
friends behind their back when they're not even there for no reason just because
you're jealous,' I flailed.