‘I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine.’
Elizabeth Bennet’s first impression of wealthy Fitzwilliam Darcy is of an arrogant and condescending man. And despite her beauty and lively wit, Darcy cannot overlook Elizabeth’s poor social connections and uncouth family. Their closed social circle means they cannot avoid one another—especially when they find themselves on either side of a blossoming match between Elizabeth’s beloved sister and Darcy’s best friend. Through a whirl of village balls, card games, marriage schemes, and attempts on everyone’s part to deflect and deceive, Elizabeth and Darcy find a way to correct the error of a bad impression and—should cooler heads prevail—perhaps discover a true marriage of minds.
This social satire—itself a send-up of romantic novels—coats a light patina around Austen’s critique of a Regency woman’s lack of choices in life and love. And for the past two centuries, readers have been left with the eternal question: did she fall in love with him, or with Pemberley?