Darcy Unmistaken – Grace Belton

“It was one of the most delightful evenings I have spent since leaving London. The company was so agreeable, the music so lively—I cannot recall when I last enjoyed myself so thoroughly.” “You are very kind to say so,” Jane said, her cheeks coloring slightly. “I am merely truthful, Miss Bennet,” Mr. Bingley replied, his eyes never leaving her face. “I found the entire evening delightful, but I must confess that my greatest pleasure came from the opportunity to dance with you.

I hope you will not think me too forward if I say that I have rarely met anyone whose company I enjoyed more.” Jane’s blush deepened, and she looked down at her hands. “You are very generous, Mr. Bingley.” Elizabeth, watching this exchange, felt a rush of affection for her sister.

Jane was so modest, so genuinely surprised by compliments, that she could not dissemble even if she wished to. And Mr. Bingley, for his part, seemed equally genuine in his admiration. There was something refreshing about his openness and lack of artifice. He wore his heart, as the saying went, upon his sleeve. Mrs. Bennet, unable to contain herself any longer, inserted herself into the conversation with the subtlety of a cannonball.

“Mr. Bingley, you are too kind! Jane is indeed the most beautiful of my daughters, though I say it myself. I always knew she would be much admired when she came out in society. Did I not say so, Mr. Bennet? Did I not always say Jane would be a great success?” “You did, my dear,” Mr. Bennet said from his position by the mantelpiece. “Frequently, and at great length.” Miss Bingley’s expression tightened almost imperceptibly, and Elizabeth detected a flash of something—annoyance, perhaps, or displeasure—in her eyes.

“Your daughter is indeed handsome, Mrs. Bennet,” she said with careful politeness. “The assembly last evening was quite… rustic in its charm.” It was not, Elizabeth thought, precisely an insult, but neither was it a compliment. There was a faint condescension in Miss Bingley’s tone that suggested she found the entire neighborhood quaint at best and provincial at worst. Mr. Darcy, who had been silent since his initial apology, spoke at last.

“The assembly was very well-attended,” he said, his tone neutral. “And the company was, as Mr. Bingley has said, most agreeable.” It was a minimal endorsement, but coming from Mr. Darcy, Elizabeth supposed it might be considered generous. She noticed that his gaze had moved to her as he spoke, and she felt an unexpected flutter of awareness. He was watching her with that same focused attention he had exhibited the previous evening—not uncomfortable, precisely, but intense in a way that made her feel as though she were being carefully assessed.

Hill entered with the tea service, and the next several minutes were occupied with the rituals of pouring and serving.

First edition. February 13, 2026. Copyright © 2026 Grace Belton. Written by Grace Belton. OceanofPDF.com Table of Contents Copyright Page Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 OceanofPDF.com E Chapter 1 lizabeth Bennet had heard enough of Mr. Darcy’s pride to last her a lifetime—and she had not yet set eyes upon him. It was remarkable how thoroughly a gentleman might be judged before ever setting foot in a room.

By the time Elizabeth had fastened the final hook of her gown, Mr. Darcy of Derbyshire had been declared proud, disagreeable, disdainful of country society, and so acutely aware of his own importance that he scarcely acknowledged those beneath his notice. Which, according to the prevailing account, was nearly everyone. “He is said to be excessively proud,” Kitty announced from the foot of the bed, where she stood twisting her gloves about her fingers.

“Mrs. Long insists he would not so much as look at her when she was introduced.” Elizabeth raised her eyebrows. “That must have been a singular disappointment.” “It was unpardonable,” Lydia said briskly, seating herself before the mirror and examining her curls with great seriousness. “A man with ten thousand a year ought to know better than to offend half the neighborhood before he has danced once.”

Mary, who had been standing near the pianoforte with a small volume open in her hands, looked up at this. “Pride,” she observed, “is a most dangerous failing. Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously—” “Yes, yes,” Lydia interrupted. “But this is pride of the worst kind. The looking-down-one’s-nose variety.” Elizabeth laughed, turning to retrieve her shawl.

“You speak as though you have already suffered under it.” “I have suffered by anticipation,” Lydia replied. “Which is quite enough.” Jane, seated quietly at the dressing table, turned with a gentle smile. “We should not condemn him too hastily,” she said. “A gentleman newly arrived among strangers may feel uncomfortable, and discomfort is often mistaken for ill-nature.” Elizabeth regarded her sister with affection. Jane always wished to think well of everyone; it was her greatest virtue, and perhaps her only flaw.

“You are very charitable,” Elizabeth said. “Though I suspect ten thousand pounds affords a man a great many comforts, even in unfamiliar company.” Jane only smiled again, as though comfort and wealth were no certain protection against awkwardness. Elizabeth herself felt no particular eagerness to take up arms against a stranger. She had heard enough exaggerated tales in her life to know that truth often shrank in the telling. Still, she was curious.

A proud man, if nothing else, might prove entertaining—and she had never been one to shy away from forming her own opinion. Downstairs, Mrs. Bennet’s voice rose in volume and urgency. “Girls! Are you quite ready?

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