Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[breathes heavily]
You finished. How lovely!
It seems the art is not the only beautiful thing on display at present.
[inhales sharply]
But it won't gain me a husband? That what you meant?
[chuckles ironically]
[indistinct conversation in background]
-[Simon] Mm. -[Daphne] Oh, so demure.
Perhaps we should ask the artist.
she would be a fool,
Mon Dieu! Perhaps I took your measurements wrong.
to the royal fever sweeping through London Town.
Yes, because if anyone knew who Whistledown truly was,
She knows everything about everyone, even the queen,
He has spent his entire life alone.
The time.
a certain language tutor has been seen visiting Cowper House all week?
Lord Hardy? What about the duke?
-Lady Cowper. -Hmm.
You are but third on that list.
I know. We will not think of him.
[postman] Post has arrived!
[Daphne chuckles]
A prolonged courtship is one thing,
[shop door closes]
when I am all alone,
I look outside the window, and it is…
Does she mean the king?
Well, where is he, then? Why is he not here, tending to you?
You would have my full support and admiration either way, Sister.
Can you at least try to understand?
I have some ideas.
You must not concern yourself with his troubles.
Apologies, Lady Danbury, but I believe it is time for me to go.
[guests applaud lightly]
Lord Weaver is a fine dancer.
nothing more to do with me,
Proved you remain capable of laughing again in my presence.
The others are certainly very grand and impressive,
And I am not consorting with any friend of yours.
and become a delicious dinner party anecdote.
to ever meet His Royal Highness's piercing gaze, of course.
until the feeling grows, and eventually you reach…
Beautiful, dearest.
-This is beautiful work. -For Lady Cowper's girl.
[Varley] I believe…
My wild jealousy?
We are awfully clever.
which is why you are to reenter society at once and find yourself a husband.