Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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My favorite necklace is one of emeralds.
I can feel people's eyes on me.
Your tea grows cold.
About our family. About how you and I are related.
for her candor, her character,
[classical dance tune playing]
It must be my mistake.
Anything, Mama, to get me out of doing this.
Even more so when she speaks French, I rather think.
I hear there's a party.
Though I am quite good at boiling the veg.
And control your emotions.
Lady Featherington.
Our apologies, Lady Featherington.
[song ends]
whom will you marry then, Brother?
[distant horse neighs]
[footsteps descending]
[Anthony] Love is the last thing I desire.
If only every family could be as respectable as ours.
Yes. I have appropriated a conservatory
Pardon me, my lord.
They managed to escape you? Good for them.
[Lady Whistledown] No, even better.
since last season ended.
He is very handsome.
So, you find my smile pleasing.
I do suspect this author is not the only one
Is this what troubles you? That was many years ago.
about courtship just by how he looks when a young lady dances with another.
[Kate] Almost.
800 copies at five pence apiece, sold for eight pence each,
My son said he was ready. Who am I to question it?
Delightful evening, Mama!
I suppose he is.
One and two. One and two.
I'd admit that I have either lost or am in the wrong.
And you.
not a penny more.
Whoa, there!
If one of you utters a single word…
Just remember to remain composed.
[woman] Oh.
-[classical piano tune playing] -[Violet chuckles] There. You see?
These delays will be more frequent now due to an… unforeseen circumstance,
There are a few things I must make you aware of.
Simply pick the least objectionable and get her wed, bed, and bred.
[Queen Charlotte] I nearly forgot you were making your debut this season.
You were eavesdropping?
on behalf of my sister, to be sure.
Oh.
Does this mean I can go?
I yearn for someone fresh, someone unexpected,
Whoa, there!
A scandal, Mama?
I am afraid that is not possible. Not when I have a victory lap to enjoy.
I used a painting nearby. We practiced it.
Oh, dear!
the sweet-scented smell of success.
Mr. Finch may very well still change his mind.
The candlesticks, see what they're worth.
[tearfully] …by grief.
Hush, you.
We are sisters.
You look at her the way I look at a finished painting, Brother.
-He's certainly no Lady Whistledown. -No.
The frost hardens the soil, saps it of nutrients.
You are not to go near that man. Do you understand?
A shift.
-You like all of this. -[chuckles]