Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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