Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I have often wondered what plays in one's mind when an aria is performed.
Miss Thompson has a fondness for cake.
I suppose I've never thought of it.
Friendship?
Another excellent question.
-Are you suggesting I marry your brother? -No.
I know what this insolent woman insinuates,
For it now appears this treasure is set to join the likes
[relieved sigh]
You are respectful, and yet I know you have no intention of marriage.
I keep them at my ancestral home.
but we must continue our ruse until I have found my match.
[parrot squawks]
And how did you find our eligible bachelors?
[footsteps retreating]
You were just checking your father's old watch
I have felt more chemistry when being fitted at the modiste.
She will worry for her daughter.
between your legs.
I see.
My mother told me something curious the other day.
Fooling Lady Whistledown.
and if she loses her chance of such an extraordinary match,
[laughs] And where might you find such a paragon of dishonor?
I should think so. It was his idea.
It's about time you dressed in the family colors anyway.
You could use the practice, I'm sure.
You are receiving glowing reviews from Whistledown.
Well-- Do you know the reason he is so opposed to marriage?
You were a convenience…
which means there is no more suitable a match for you
You will need to be proficient on the pianoforte soon enough.
and, this author hopes, inspires more newsworthy pursuits.
must display a miscellany of talents
[Daphne snorts, laughs]
You must simply know some people are not meant to be together…
Will you be joining us at tonight's ball, Anthony?
When you are alone.
Excuse me.
Lord Middlethorpe, you simply must meet Miss Marina Thompson,
[muffled clattering]
No, I cannot,
You now have a bevy of suitors at your disposal,
A gentleman is here for you.
As if I could be the only person left in the world, and yet…
-Were you? -Yes.
You do touch yourself?
I thought a bit of warm milk might help matters.
-Some prince is coming to London. -[Philippa gasps]
Prince Friedrich of Prussia.
I cannot be your fool again.
In all the 20 years I have known him,
-I do not want-- -What you want became immaterial long ago.
Were that true, I suspect you would need less protection
I know you are used to finer comforts, but stay as long as you need.
[Lady Whistledown] Of course, there is today's royal attraction as well,
of waiting for him to pose that all-important question.
A feigned swoon. Chapter six, I believe?
with the circlet of jewels and flowers?