Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

you are constantly disappointing people just by walking into a room.
will certainly make a match that will be the envy of the ton.
and refine your circle of friends.
how would you deal with that?
Does that mean I shall see you later on tonight?
The Earl of Gloucester. His wife recently died of influenza.
[clears throat]
-Ow! Watch my feet! -Might we be done?
The gardens here are so lovely.
Your ring. When you get the chance, I need it.
You would be wise to reconsider
and Miss Eloise Bridgerton.
How could they not?
People are watching, my dear. You are clearly upset--
for the upcoming season.
You get to keep the surplus for your rapid service.
Is that what that was?
[exhales deeply]
The Marquis of Ashdown.
-You could say I collapsed. -[chuckles]
I shall spoil them exceedingly. You do know that, yes?
I…
until she fell in love with and married some kind of clerk, I hear.
Lawks, I thought you weren't coming.
You, too, will soon submit to this ridiculous rigmarole of courtship.
Simply locate a stationary object and keep your eyes set.
[scoffs lightly]
You do know, Eloise, that you might enjoy the next ball
with regard to Edwina's match.
And I even took the liberty of having your possessions
As did mine.
only hope they like me tonight.
My mistress is willing to take an even ten.
scheduling neural crest meetings Must be an overporliferation thing...
[clears throat]
-I despise you. -[chuckling]
Though, I was expecting another?
But don't worry, I've started taking care of things.
resorting to more forgeries and half-truths, Miss Sharma.
But only if Edwina marries properly.
[quacking]
this author must wonder
What is that?
-[coin clinks] -[clattering]
I have no maid.
I never thought of it that way.
only for my sister, who, indeed, stands quite tall
A pleasing face, an acceptable wit,
[Lady Whistledown] Dearest gentle reader.
[Eloise] Ah. Pen!
What my mistress wants, she gets.
I declare a bee might mistake me for the real thing.
She would keep saying how well it complemented her complexion.
Wooing the piece will be a different story, indeed.
Oh, pity.
-My darling girl. -[breathes shakily]
[Varley sighs]
Consider it yours for the season.
I do not think she's very good.
But you were.
No one truly notices me.
Your secret is safe. I shall not tell a soul.
lofty intentions to marry,
Of course, Your Majesty.
Indeed. There will be a mire to wade through
[breathing heavily]