What the blurb for P might say
No matter how much he fought against it, Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy fell in love. Of course, the young lady was not deemed suitable for him, by himself, being an overly fastidious grump. He therefore treated her with disdain, something she keenly felt. He left, and all was well for a while.
Then he ran into her near his aunt's home and he learnt that all his professed indifference had been a lie. He was not just infatuated, he was a man deeply, desperately in love.
Would that he had thought about her, if she were in love or not! Alas, certain of his own standing, wealth and devastating good looks, he was convinced he was a prize. He never conceived she might spurn his offer, but that is what she did!
Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy had to retreat, regroup, retrench. He licked his wounds, changed his ways and was rewarded when an opportunity to woo her fell into his lap. He grabbed it with both hands and showed her what was in his heart.
When she accepted his second offer of marriage, he felt invincable.
When later asked to account for his falling in love with her at all, he replied: "She smiled and had fine eyes."