Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Victoria, I have decided to attend the Anti-Slavery convention.

- She's a married woman, Ernest. - I know.

because they have the fever in Seven Dials.

and His Grace the Duke of Wellington.

Of course I want children. Your children, Albert.

One day this city is going to burst.

Of course, Majesty. I am inexperienced in these matters.

Next to your wife when you go into dinner?

I am glad so many people are here.

What kind of fever is it?

- Your place is by my side. - I know.

Would you erm...

I believe it is my privilege to take you into dinner, Ma'am.

and the blackest stain upon civilised...

but I must deliver it in English, of course.

You can't come down here, miss.

put an end to a state of things...

Understood, Ma'am.

And it will be a great honour, sir.

until it has finally, and forever,

Dear Mr Bumps! How I have missed him, Lord Alfred.

This bar-bar-ous trade is repugnant to the spirit of Christianity.

It will be so much faster if I sign and you blot.

I'm glad to be of some use.

By order of the Parish Council, on account of the fever.

...it's not as easy as it seems.

I can think of something.

- I hope I am not late. - No, Ma'am.

I can do nothing right.

The Queen has deployed her arsenal.

Is there something I can do for you?

We will do better than our parents, I think.