I'm reading "Longbourn" by Jo Baker. It tells the story of Pride and Prejudice from the servants' perspective.
Then, dressed and coiffed and beautiful, Elizabeth and Jane wished her a good evening. They wafted out of the room and clipped softly down the stairs. Sarah laid her new gown reverentially down on the bed; she tidied away the brushes and combs, the spilt pins and ribbons. She smoothed the rumpled counterpane. The room was dull now, and meaningless, with the young ladies gone from it. They were both lovely, almost luminous. And Sarah was, she knew, as she slipped along the servants' corridor, and then up the stairs to the attic to hang her new dress on the rail, just one of the many shadows that ebbed and tugged at the edges of the light.
So many fans of Pride and Prejudice identify with luminous Lizzy. I think many of us are closer to Sarah, whether we want to admit it or not.