Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I will be perfectly putrefied if Philippa does manage to marry Finch.

Yes. My eldest.

Dance lessons begin at noon,

my personal special guests for the season.

teaching one patience, strength,

she simply left for the country, as the rest of us did in the off-season,

I sat with her paper all morning,

Do you desire them to be raised by a woman

I wrote to them before you arrived.

-[Violet] Anthony? -[door closes]

Let us get this over with.

Well, I suppose you may visit Mr. Finch and me.

Is there someone back home you've yet to tell me about?

[attendees gasping, muttering]

I've spent the last eight years

But I am not my mama's daughter by birth. Edwina is.

This time around, that is.

Those people are not my grandparents, Lady Danbury.

I have no interest in being used as a pawn in someone else's game.

Lady Mary's parents, the Sheffields, never lived down the shame, did they?

Miss Margaret Goring.

I may as well save us both the trouble.

delighting in our misfortune,

Stipulations which, if met, will, I am guessing,

Was anyone else aware that dear Colin has decided to add Albania

It seems she will need to do more for me this season than simply sparkle.

I can still barely feel my toes.

Rather haughty.

Though, this one you will be able to unearth.

Five and twenty more, my lord.

What is it, Your Majesty?

Swept away by many a nimble-footed young lady, Brother?

"Petrified." The word is "petrified."

[muffled, distant chatter]

I know that gentleman.

[breathing heavily]

Pen. Are you going somewhere?

Lord Corning. I was hoping to see you this evening.

I even taught her how to make this pitiful excuse for tea the English so adore.

I need to fill your coffers at the modiste and oversee the hiring of extra staff.

of offering your queen a final farewell before you left.

Mmm. Have you come unaccompanied?

It truly was a magnificent soiree, Lady Danbury.

Seeking those answers shall prove fruitless, indeed.

instead of simply turning our eye to every newly-minted debutante.

[chuckles lightly]

Printers in this town are ten-a-penny.

So you might discern if my wit is acceptable,

with such expectations.

"Unsettled." That is the precise word, Mr. Finch,

for this year's festivities.

[Benedict chuckles]

When she was gone, I thought I would miss her.

[gasps softly] Ah.

Joining us for tea, Anthony?

Should a woman not be valued for so much more than her dancing skills

A man who knows what he wants is most admirable.

[in Irish accent] My mistress changed her mind.

I rather think the only reason Whistledown writes about such things

Perhaps the writer came to her senses.

I've seen enough.

we will be provided for.

[Lady Whistledown] There is, of course, another unknown identity at present.

I thought all the young ladies looked beautiful.

Just another reminder of how trapped I am.

-A race? -Was it not?

"My own sex, I hope, will excuse me if I treat them like rational creatures,