“My affections and wishes are unchanged,” she says. “But one word from you will silence me on this subject forever.”

Then comes the visit from Mr. Collins, their ridiculous clergyman cousin, who will inherit Longbourn. Episode Three delivers the season’s first great set-piece: he proposes to Elizabeth in the Longbourn parlor. It is a masterpiece of condescending absurdity. “My reasons for marrying are, first… secondly… thirdly…” He lists them like items on a grocery list. Elizabeth refuses, calmly, then firmly. Her mother is hysterical. Her father, hiding in his library, sighs with relief. “An unhappy alternative is before you, Elizabeth,” he says. “From this day, you must be a stranger to one of your parents. Your mother will never see you again if you do not marry Mr. Collins, and I will never see you again if you do.”

He stares. Then, a slow, wondering smile breaks across his face. He takes her hand, presses it to his lips, and whispers, “Elizabeth.”

Then, disaster. A letter arrives: Lydia has run off with Wickham. Elizabeth tells Darcy. He goes pale, says nothing, and leaves abruptly. She returns to Longbourn, certain she has lost him forever.

Episode Five is the turning point. The next morning, Darcy hands her a letter. She reads it in a sun-dappled grove, her face shifting from anger to confusion to horror. Wickham, he writes, was a gambler, a wastrel who tried to elope with Darcy’s fifteen-year-old sister, Georgiana, for her fortune. And Jane? Darcy admits he advised Bingley she did not love him, believing it a kindness. Elizabeth looks up from the letter, her world inverted. She has been a fool. Blind, partial, prejudiced, absurd.

Months later, she travels with her aunt and uncle to the Peak District. They visit Pemberley, thinking Darcy is away. Episode Six shows them wandering through the magnificent house—the marble, the paintings, the library Elizabeth covets—and then, on the lawn, a plunge. Darcy appears, returned early. He is civil. He invites her uncle to fish. He introduces her to his sister, Georgiana, shy and sweet. Elizabeth watches him with his household, his servants, his dog—and realizes she loves him.

Then, the second dance: of fate. Darcy, overwhelmed by a love he cannot suppress, proposes in the Hunsford parsonage. It is the most unromantic proposal ever uttered. “In vain have I struggled. It will not do. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.” But then he ruins it: he catalogues her low connections, her family’s vulgarity, the inferiority of her situation. Elizabeth’s fury is cold and absolute. “From the very beginning, your manners impressed me with the fullest belief of your arrogance, your conceit, and your selfish disdain for the feelings of others.” She accuses him of ruining Wickham and destroying Jane’s happiness. Darcy walks out, stunned.

They walk back toward Longbourn together, the morning sun burning through the last of the mist. Behind them, the great house of Pemberley waits, but for now, there is only the quiet path, the touch of hands, and the end of a long and stubborn journey from pride to love, from prejudice to peace.

But in the final hour, the miracle. Mr. Bennet receives a letter from Mr. Gardiner: Wickham has agreed to marry Lydia for a staggering sum. Mrs. Bennet crows. Only Elizabeth suspects the truth. And then, Bingley returns to Netherfield, proposes to Jane (in a drawing-room so full of nervous energy it practically hums), and is accepted.