Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

a scribbling woman is the most canine."

How the young miss secured her newfound suitor

You like to speak of responsibility.

[Violet] You must stay for dessert.

I must chaperone my sister at the Danbury ball this evening.

You should join us more often, Your Grace.

[Gregory] If you don't hurry up, we're going to be late.

Perhaps when we travel to our country seat.

You would be most welcome.

[girls giggling]

Hmm. You are known to be quite charitable.

You look just like him.

and allow all that is radiant to overwhelm you!

You must forgive this rather unruly debate, Your Grace.

And so, by Heaven, your love may burn

Most undignified.

and as for her appearance…

I've had no legitimate excuse to dispense with you.

dressed in some lavishly trimmed frock,

It's gooseberry pie, Your Grace.

Sir, that is not…

and I am alone with two men.

Well, I realize it may be unfashionable, but we like each other. [chuckles]

Good afternoon, Lady Featherington.

You have yet to read what Whistledown writes

And I have only one more space remaining on my card at present.

A shockingly prolific family,

If that were not enough, I am also aware

I'm quite parched.

Lady Whistledown.

are you to return to bachelor lodgings across the square,

You must know men are always interested in a woman

My name is Lady Whistledown.

I am to escort Miss Featherington to the floor.

Should you think she heard me?

[MC] It is with great privilege

All in good time, Lady Danbury.

What does it say, dearest?

[Lady Cowper] So…

-It was most spontaneous of you. -Not at all.

[Violet chuckles]

Perhaps there is an answer…

You haven't bled.

The Duke of Hastings, is it?

is Miss Marina Thompson.

A moment, please! [chuckles]

Right this way!

let us hope his lordship has found himself a new horse.

And, Penelope, put down that book at once.

You appear displeased.

I shall be able to keep such a secret no longer.

-[chuckles] -Have you seen Miss Thompson?

Miss Philipa Featherington,

even ones prone to hysterics in front of the queen.

[singing continues]

You give far too much credit to some anonymous scribbler.

Mr. Bridgerton.

I already noted you.

[panting heavily]

[Eloise groans]

-Did she say that? -Everyone says that.

-Is he? -If only it weren't time for us to retire.