Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Surely another rumor provided by that vicious, scandal-mongering writer.

and charitable.

and the sooner she is taken from the market,

Nigel, not now.

and every suitor will be looking at you.

because she knows what kind of life, what kind of future, awaits her

You will never be my husband. I will never marry you.

I suppose I should be happy.

[Lady Whistledown] Ambitious mamas rejoice,

I'm afraid I cannot.

You shall confuse your thoughts.

And now 200 young ladies have a common adversary.

[Colin] Is that envy I detect in your voice?

No, you would just be late for it.

[Lady Whistledown] But as we know, the brighter a lady shines,

-Daphne, yes? -Mm.

Most of the time.

[clicks tongue]

I am certain your days with His Grace were most civilized, indeed.

Yes! However is it possible for a lady to offer anything other than a smile

-He is not what Whistledown writes. -Nor is Daphne.

to have one's entire life reduced to a single moment.

Tell me your name.

I have no other value.

[MC] Ladies and gentlemen,

[Lady Whistledown] Dearest reader, this author finds herself

however fleeting it may have been. [snorting chuckle]

Miss Philipa Featherington.

protecting you too.

I'm afraid it leaves me no time to… socialize.

Of knocking the climp flat out?

Which is why I know he has absolutely no intention of marrying.

-[whispering] Did that truly just happen? -[quietly] Keep smiling, dearest.

-I'm to spar with Jackson himself. -You?

[Daphne gasping]

I will not hear of this.

[Anthony] You speak as if Lady Whistledown

from Park Lane to Regent Street will be on display.

-Your father and I found it orderly. -Lady Whistledown finds "banality."

you rather transparently concocted with Lady Danbury, it will not work.

She is a distant cousin of my husband,

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