Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I do suspect this author is not the only one
Even more so when she speaks French, I rather think.
since last season ended.
[Queen Charlotte] I nearly forgot you were making your debut this season.
Your tea grows cold.
If only every family could be as respectable as ours.
I used a painting nearby. We practiced it.
You are not to go near that man. Do you understand?
A scandal, Mama?
About our family. About how you and I are related.
whom will you marry then, Brother?
-You like all of this. -[chuckles]
And control your emotions.
The frost hardens the soil, saps it of nutrients.
800 copies at five pence apiece, sold for eight pence each,
He is very handsome.
Mr. Finch may very well still change his mind.
I can feel people's eyes on me.
These delays will be more frequent now due to an… unforeseen circumstance,
[Kate] Almost.
Just remember to remain composed.
about courtship just by how he looks when a young lady dances with another.
Does this mean I can go?
One and two. One and two.
Anything, Mama, to get me out of doing this.
Yes. I have appropriated a conservatory
-[classical piano tune playing] -[Violet chuckles] There. You see?
Whoa, there!
[distant horse neighs]
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[Anthony] Love is the last thing I desire.
Whoa, there!
Hush, you.
Pardon me, my lord.
on behalf of my sister, to be sure.
The candlesticks, see what they're worth.
We are sisters.
Delightful evening, Mama!
You look at her the way I look at a finished painting, Brother.
[footsteps descending]
[classical dance tune playing]
A shift.
Simply pick the least objectionable and get her wed, bed, and bred.
So, you find my smile pleasing.
Oh.
You were eavesdropping?
And you.
Oh, dear!
My son said he was ready. Who am I to question it?
not a penny more.
Is this what troubles you? That was many years ago.
[woman] Oh.
Though I am quite good at boiling the veg.
for her candor, her character,
There are a few things I must make you aware of.
Our apologies, Lady Featherington.
-He's certainly no Lady Whistledown. -No.
My favorite necklace is one of emeralds.
It must be my mistake.
I suppose he is.
They managed to escape you? Good for them.
I'd admit that I have either lost or am in the wrong.
the sweet-scented smell of success.
[tearfully] …by grief.
I am afraid that is not possible. Not when I have a victory lap to enjoy.
I yearn for someone fresh, someone unexpected,
Lady Featherington.
If one of you utters a single word…
[Lady Whistledown] No, even better.
[song ends]
I hear there's a party.