Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Most of the time.

[Daphne gasping]

Surely another rumor provided by that vicious, scandal-mongering writer.

because she knows what kind of life, what kind of future, awaits her

I am certain your days with His Grace were most civilized, indeed.

[dramatic music crescendos]

And now 200 young ladies have a common adversary.

Of knocking the climp flat out?

[Lady Whistledown] Ambitious mamas rejoice,

Nigel, not now.

and every suitor will be looking at you.

you rather transparently concocted with Lady Danbury, it will not work.

-Daphne, yes? -Mm.

She is a distant cousin of my husband,

-He is not what Whistledown writes. -Nor is Daphne.

and the sooner she is taken from the market,

[Lady Whistledown] Dearest reader, this author finds herself

to have one's entire life reduced to a single moment.

You shall confuse your thoughts.

No, you would just be late for it.

Miss Philipa Featherington.

I will not hear of this.

Tell me your name.

and charitable.

I'm afraid it leaves me no time to… socialize.

-[whispering] Did that truly just happen? -[quietly] Keep smiling, dearest.

-Your father and I found it orderly. -Lady Whistledown finds "banality."

Which is why I know he has absolutely no intention of marrying.

from Park Lane to Regent Street will be on display.

I suppose I should be happy.

Yes! However is it possible for a lady to offer anything other than a smile

[Lady Whistledown] But as we know, the brighter a lady shines,

[Colin] Is that envy I detect in your voice?

[MC] Ladies and gentlemen,

I have no other value.

I'm afraid I cannot.

[clicks tongue]

[Anthony] You speak as if Lady Whistledown

protecting you too.

however fleeting it may have been. [snorting chuckle]

You will never be my husband. I will never marry you.

-I'm to spar with Jackson himself. -You?