Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

what it might feel like

Consider the household of the Baron Featherington.

It should be just as easy to fall in love with Lord Berbrooke

May I help you to some freshly prepared biscuits?

They're all staring, Mother.

Whatever are you doing?

I must go this way. You, through those trees.

of the things a certain writer has recently written of you.

-[Daphne] What are you doing? -You'll find out.

Those peas were already there. You cannot tell me what to do. I am older.

you would most certainly not have the duke anywhere near Daphne.

to our collective Lady Whistledown issue.

These musings, they're not true.

[Hyacinth] Stop it.

I have so much to ask of them all.

thereby avoiding the dreadful, dismal condition known as "the spinster."

that the duke has been overheard announcing to mamas everywhere

and Miss Penelope Featherington…

It was my father's name. Never mine.

That people there actually work for a living?

…tactless mama.

'Tis thee I shall earn.

Let us take a turn about the room.

Do not worry, Your Grace.

He is rather pleasing.

Should you not be out on your daily walk about the square, dear?

Every woman is not a lady.

-Madam. -Yes… Varley?

It seems our diamond requires a closer inspection.

that I shall only have three young ladies under my care this year.

Apparently, he has managed our social calendar through June.

[Daphne] Stop it!

She is miserable. It says it all here.

-I believe the two of you to be friends. -We are good friends.

The resemblance is remarkable.

I may remain dedicated to my studies, perhaps.

He does have a presence about him.

Lord Featherington's cousin has arrived, madam.

I did not expect to see you here this morning.

Um… Uh… Come in!

[clears throat]

Miss Bridgerton?

Perhaps we might move a few extra chairs into the drawing room too.

[Lady Whistledown] It is only the queen's eye that matters today.

I know of what this Lady Whistledown has written.

You and I were destined for each other.