Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She worries for her daughter.

We need to make haste if you still plan to attend this evening.

I cannot think of anything else, Siena.

Well, it is a natural continuation of what happens at night.

The others are…

with such an ugly countenance.

[music, no dialogue]

are you Lady Whistledown?

I must say, it is a good thing Daphne is so taken by the duke.

Perhaps you should join me.

-[Penelope moans] -Out!

I think you would love the music of Vienna.

[swelling music plays]

How could I not, my dear Mr. Bridgerton?

You have the attentions of a prince. He is perfect for you.

Most refreshing, given the heat.

Well, he is certainly a handsome man of great wealth and high rank,

One of the lesser sins. But do not worry.

Although, he is rather boastful.

Then tell me why.

Unreasonable? Of course not.

Look no further than Lady Whistledown. She possesses a huge talent for writing,

with every moon-eyed dandy, Miss Bridgerton?

Well, I do hope you are not too spellbound to chat, Lord Hardy.

Or prevent you from running up vast accounts at your beloved modiste.

He barely knew his father.

-I cannot tell you. -I thought we were friends.

-Daphne… -Simon.

and we both know I taught you better than that.

do you honestly think that I'd admit it?

Prince Friedrich, this is the young lady I was telling you about,

How lovely to hear from someone who has traveled so widely.

Cressida swooned.

-When I am sleeping? -Not when you are sleeping.

[guests chattering, laughing]

is that truly what marriage is all about, then?

-I had a brief question to ask Marina. -Now is not the time, Penelope.

In a manner of speaking.

To what do I owe this unexpected visit?

-Might I have your next dance? -I would be delighted, my lord.

Is all this time you are spending with Miss Bridgerton leading anywhere?

They tell us nothing.