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Thank you.

Are you ready?

As we commit Lord Kilmartin's earthly remains to their final resting place, we

are reminded of the transient nature of life and the fragile beauty of human

existence. May his spirit find everlasting peace in the heavenly

My elder brother Anthony, he would usually be the one to speak in times

this.

I apologize in advance.

Standing before you, I know I'm supposed to say something profound, but to be

honest, I am rather at a loss.

This is an unfathomable tragedy for Lord Kilmartin's family, for my sister,

Francesca, for my family, for all of us.

What makes this death so difficult to bear?

is not just its suddenness, but the fact that he was a good man.

One of the best of us.

Always guided by an unshakable sense of integrity.

His devotion to his family, to his seat in Parliament, and most especially to my

sister, Francesca.

It was unwavering.

There's nothing I can say to make sense of this loss.

or to fill the void we're all feeling, all I can offer

is this.

We will cherish our memory of John and be forever grateful to

have known such an exceptional human being.

Forgive me.

I was not able to... No.

Thank you. You did well.

Would you like a moment alone?

It is not necessary.

There is far too much to be with you at home.

If it happens we'll have everything set up. You might wish to spend a last

moment here. I would like to see that all is in order. I will meet you at the

couch.

Shocking.

Indeed.

Thank you both for coming.

It's all rather morbid.

The funeral.

It is not morbid. It is proper.

Because heaven forbid that there be anything but orderly.

Lady Danbury.

Francesca.

Lord Kilmartin was a fine man.

I liked him very much.

Yes.

I did as well.

Obviously. Please do enjoy the refreshments.

My condolences to you.

And to you.

These arrived from Anthony and Kate, dear.

Thank you.

Some of my children feel devastated they are unable to attend.

Much of our family also could not travel down from Scotland in time.

I am most relieved I was already in London, and most appreciative that you

volunteered to host the reception today.

I would have hosted at Kilmartin House, but I thought the servants here might be

better equipped. There is no need to explain.

I could not imagine hosting when my husband died. It was my honour.

Your son was a cherished part of this family.

He adored your Francesca.

I will never forget when he came home, the night they met.

Stars in his eyes.

Oh, no.

Is it too overwhelming? No, I... You're running out of biscuits, that is all.

Biscuits? The guests will expect them. Please excuse me.

For you.

You've been so attentive to Francesca.

I thought I might tend to you.

That is very kind of you.

Is this what Papa's funeral was like?

I was not born for us if you got to be there. You were there.

You were in Mama's belly.

Biscuit?

Francesca, surely your servant will help with those.

Please, allow me.

Thank you, but I am quite capable.

Let us all have a biscuit, shall we?

Do you know what are in these?

I have always wondered.

No.

A treacle, I imagine.

What else do you think? I tasted vanilla.

Something spicy.

Ginger, maybe?

Flour. Probably a little salt and perhaps... Mr Bridgerton.

Ladies. Our deepest condolences.

Thank you for being... Are you truly all right, sister?

I'm so sorry. I can't believe he's gone.

Lady Kilmartin?

Your head is coming undone.

Perhaps we might go upstairs and I can attend to it for you.

Thank you for giving me some respite.

I'm simply doing my job, my lady.

If only I were doing mine.

I think you are doing admirably.

At my father's funeral, there was a very large tray of pickled salmon.

All I could do was think how my father detested pickled salmon. I wanted to

throw the tray and scream.

And did you?

I came close.

But I realized we all know different versions of the same person.

Perhaps someone thought he loved pickled salmon.

The best any of us can do is honor the memories of those we have loved and let

them live on through us.

How does one do that?

Well, I always try to think logically, like my father.

And for my mother, I wear her necklace.

I must have forgotten it today.

Thank you for your help.

I had better retire, or my mother will fear I have fled.

If you need more respite, simply give me a nod and I will slip some brandy in

your drink.

Not even an invitation to a funeral from the Bridgertons. The reputation for

warmth is undeserved.

At least Rosamond has a new suitor, and one of rather high rank even.

We are fortunate in Lord Stotter's interest.

You don't know how distraught your sister has been after failing to capture

Bridgerton's affection.

She had her heart set on that match.

Perhaps it is for the best. She and Mr Bridgerton may not have been well

Rosamond is well suited to anyone.

She could charm a statue.

If it were not for Sophie's interference.

Sophie?

Is that why we went looking for Sophie at Bridgerton House the other week?

Because you suspect she has formed an attachment to Mr Bridgerton. It would

be the first time she interfered in our lives.

Do you know where Sophie is working, Posy?

No. I hardly know how to stitch my embroidery in the right direction, let

keep track of... Sophie's whereabouts.

Very well.

I will have to find her myself then.

And you enjoy dancing?

The cotillion is my favourite dance.

My governess said I was excelling at all fours.

I prefer all fours. Oh, I do prefer all fours.

What are you doing out here? It's very cold.

I really wanted to feel something other than despair, so I chose to feel cold.

Is it helping?

Not particularly.

They are in need of more mint for the refreshments. I shall leave you be

shortly.

It was kind of you to stay for the funeral.

You've been a great comfort to Eloise and Hyacinth.

As have you.

They are very fortunate to have you, you know.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

It's all right, Sophie. You are not required to give me comfort.

I know that.

I know it is not a condition of my employment, but my heart is breaking for

For all of you.

Who are still planning on leaving?

At the end of the week.

After the family has had some time.

Yes, of course.

As you should.

I wish you luck, Sophie.

Please go inside.

I cannot send you off to your new position with influenza.

I can stay a moment if you...

Forgive me.

I'm trying desperately to be strong for my family, for Francesca, on this

dreadful day.

And if you stay, I'm afraid I will not be able to hold it together.

I understand.

I do not see you again.

Goodbye, Mr. Bridgerton.

Goodbye, Sophie.

My entire life I have found comfort in silence.

Presumably because I never found any growing up amongst all my siblings.

But now... Now, I should be grateful if you might

fill it.

I dare say this is the longest I have ever seen you go without talking.

I am merely enjoying the peace of not having to listen to one more stranger

apologize for my loss.

Everyone is simply trying to be respectful.

Yes.

I realise that it's proper here to speak in euphemisms and act as if we are

statues in the face of death.

You know, in Scotland, a life lost is celebrated

instead of mourned.

Everyone eats, drinks, tells stories of the dead.

cries and laughs.

Is that not a little indulgent?

In fact, it can be rather cathartic.

Joyful, even.

Perhaps we could still have a celebration for a smaller group here at

House.

I'm sorry if you found the funeral lacking.

You did a splendid job, Francesca.

I was merely suggesting a celebration so that John might be remembered, not for

his death, but for his life.

I knew John better than I know myself, and I truly believe he would not want to

be the cause of tears or sorrow.

He was a Scotsman.

He would not want to be mourned by strangers. He would want his life

by family, friends, his wife. He would want for us to get up and dance and...

John would not want anything.

He is dead.

Gone.

And turning his funeral into a circus will not change that.

I meant a great deal having you at the funeral.

I do not know what we will do without you, Agatha. I'm not leaving for another

two weeks, so there are plenty of goodbyes still to say.

And I will not be gone forever. I am happy for you.

I think I am still in disbelief that the Queen granted me leave to go.

I hear you are making a life change of your own with my brother.

You know, or... I do not believe he told anyone else.

He would have been a fool not to ask.

I am delighted for you both.

Thank you.

Only I am... Violet.

Is everything all right?

Yes. Yes, of course.

I... I simply feel that in the wake of John's passing... Your mind is on

Francesca. Indeed.

rather concerned that she's not allowing herself to grieve.

Give her time.

We both know it is a winding and illogical road to mourn a lost love.

She's not in her right mind.

Are you all right, Sophie?

You look as though you did not sleep a wink.

I lost my necklace. I spent half the night searching for it.

What did it look like?

It is a silver chain with an amethyst pendant.

Do you know when you last saw it? I have no idea.

I hardly notice when I am wearing it as I so rarely take it off.

Deliveries are here.

Make haste.

I'll look out for it, Sophie.

Perhaps this is the heavens telling you that you should not leave us for Penwood

House. No, it is merely telling me that I have been unforgivably careless.

I've been so caught up.

I've lost the only piece of my mother I ever had.

We will find it.

Will Michaela be joining us?

I do not believe so.

We are giving each other space.

Which suits me quite well as I am rather busy with my correspondence to John's

relatives.

Surely you do not need to write to all of them now.

People deserve to know.

Writing certainly can be cathartic.

Sometimes when I'm feeling lost, I find that writing steadies me.

I am steady.

Francesca, you do not need to be.

You are amongst family. If you would like to throw something or green...

Heloise, please, that is not how... I wish to proceed. I should like to stay

calm. But you need not.

Yes, I do.

I am with child.

My courses were supposed to arrive days ago, but they never came.

Well, that is splendid news.

John has left me with a gift, a piece of himself, just as father left mother

with hyacinth.

So if I must remain calm for the sake of our child and the future of the

Kilmartin line, so be it.

It is a worthy cause.

I'm delighted for you, Hunter.

Thank you.

But let us just keep this between ourselves for now until I speak to the

from the House of Lords.

Of course.

How is Lady Kilmartin faring?

She is faring as best she can, I imagine.

It is quite a cruel twist of fate to lose one's husband at such a tender age.

I imagine it cruel to lose one's husband at any age. And yet for some of us, a

release.

What was she wearing at the funeral, Lady Kilmartin?

If one must endure, I do hope she at least was enduring in a marvellous...

ensemble. She looked quite elegant.

These bonbons do not taste the same.

It is a shame when a good thing changes.

You know, Charlotte, there is a fortnight yet before I leave. Yes, I

I should like the bonbons from Switzerland instead.

Perhaps I should arrange for some new exotic animal to be imported for the

grounds.

I will write, Charlotte.

I am sad, Agatha.

It is a sad time.

Yes.

Goodbyes are never easy.

Particularly as I have just bid farewell to Whistledown.

She would have written something profound about Lord Kilmartin's passing.

Not to mention a detailed report of the funereal fashions beyond elegant.

It would have been something to look forward to.

I miss her.

Mrs. Mondridge, I should like to hold Mercury now.

Your Majesty.

Oh, she is quite excitable.

Perhaps the bitch needs some water to cool down.

There you are.

Here I am.

I hope I am not interrupting.

I have just sent word to the House of Lords to arrange their visit with

Francesca concerning the Kilmartin estate.

I will attend as well, of course. Thank you.

Well, for all you have done in Anthony's absence.

Are you all right?

It's not me you should be worrying about.

Well, you're most fortunate that Sophie remained to help. I do hope she'll be

content. Please do not bring her up. I know, I know. It has been a difficult

week. Not today. Please!

It is all a tad hypocritical, do you not think?

What is hypocritical?

You.

You spent our entire lives claiming the one thing that matters is marrying a

love match.

For years, I did not understand it nor want it. In fact, I ran from it.

And now, now I have found someone I love more than I could even have thought

possible. Someone captivating and maddening and real, just as you wanted.

Just as Daphne and Anthony and Colin and Francesca... You love her.

It does not signify, does it?

She is not of the right class, so I cannot be with her. Not truly. I must

her go, as if she means nothing.

Tell me, is that what you would have done, had father been of the lower

Tossed your love aside to search for someone of proper breeding?

Forgive me.

Are you looking for something?

No. Lady Bridgerton, I simply noticed some dust.

Pardon me.

I wanted to thank you for staying on to help with the funeral.

Oh, it is the least I could do.

I do regret that I'm leaving at such a difficult time.

Well, you must do what is best for you.

Sophie?

Is it because of Benedict that you feel you must depart?

Why did you not dismiss me? Well, perhaps I should have done, but I like

You are the sort of woman I would like for my son.

If I were not a maid.

You must know it is not Mr. Bridgerton's fault.

Your son is a good man. I... I knew better.

Sophie, if there is perhaps...

Something about your history that you have not shared.

Your accent, your education, your proclivity for languages.

Perhaps if there is something that you are running from.

No.

I am a maid.

I am not a suitable match for your son.

I try talking sense into the hyphen, but she is highly unreasonable.

Mother sugar stops at seven.

What is going on in here?

I am simply ridding myself of things I shall not need as I have decided to

my debut. Or perhaps not to make my debut at all.

What? Same curtain, same ceiling, yet surely I am in a foreign land?

What is the point of finding love when your husband will probably die?

So this is about John?

It's only John.

Father, even Lord Featherington, all gone.

I have been taken up with foolish fantasies when all love truly brings is

hardship and sorrow.

I suppose it is difficult.

Well, I for one want no part of it.

I have finally seen the wisdom in what you have been telling me.

You were right all along, sister.

How is Francesca?

Oh, what she is going through, I would not wish on anyone.

Shall I?

Leaving someone unexpectedly, it is as if your very breath is ripped from you.

Your entire reality is shifted within the blink of an eye.

It is natural you must be thinking of Edmund.

Yes, I have.

I think about Lesser every day.

I'm here for you.

There is one thing I must request.

I was wondering if we might keep our betrothal to ourselves for a while.

Only because I do not want our happy news to overshadow... Say no more.

I've told only my sister.

Otherwise, we shall wait.

Alfie, what are you doing here?

Looking for you.

You were so eager to see me that you could not wait until my return to

House. I am flattered.

That is why I've been trying to find you.

I gave the new Lady Penwood your note about delaying your stay until after the

funeral, but she would not wait.

She hired someone else. I'm sorry.

What?

No, I have already given my notice to Lady Bridgerton.

Surely she will not mind if you stay on a little longer. I cannot.

Seeing Mr. Bridgerton, it is torture, Alfie.

I only want to come home to you, Irma Ramsey. It is all I want. I know. We all

wanted that. But we will find you another position.

There are so few just now.

I've heard of one opening for a housemaid on Brewton Street.

That is far too close to Bridgerton House.

Perhaps I should return to the country.

I have heard of one other position.

A family in Mayfair is in need of a lady's maid to help them move.

Their servants speak very highly of them.

I can do that.

You know I am skilled at... They're moving to the Americas.

You would need to be on a ship in three days.

Francesca, this is Mr Dunder from the House of Lords.

Good day.

Good day.

My condolences for your loss and apologies for the timing of this visit,

Kilmartin.

It's procedure.

Quite right.

Despite the circumstances, it is of the utmost importance the lines of

succession are followed through the letter. Your brother has been a

help with the paperwork.

I'll be speaking with the Stirling family next. But, of course, there is

question I must ask you first. As a formality, really. I am with child.

Sister, that is...

Wonderful news.

Indeed.

Well, then, I shall alert the physician for an examination at once.

Examination? Well, yes, we must have confirmation.

Can you not simply take her word for it?

Of course, Lady Kilmorton, your word is of great value.

It is only that the crown has grown quite stringent. When it comes to

succession, there is an estate and title at stake, not to mention a seat in

Parliament.

I do not wish to have an examination.

My sister has been through a great loss, Mr Dundas. Any examination will have to

wait. Believe me, I sympathise.

But this is the way society demands things be done. I've had quite enough of

demands of society and its utterly antiquated way of doing things.

This is an honourable family.

You have no idea of the sacrifices we have made to maintain that honour.

I'll not stand here and let you pressure my sister after the nightmare she's

been through.

I assure you, Lady Kilmartin, it will be swift and dignified.

And then we can all take comfort in knowing for certain.

Forgive me, I heard a noise. I did not mean to startle you.

I have been tasked with organising John's affairs and, er... I've misplaced

document. You need not explain.

Please, I will do it.

It's been a hell of a week.

I know.

Every time I see you, I am conscious that it may be the last.

And I hated how we said goodbye at the funeral.

Thank you.

Have you finished your tea?

Yes. Shall I take you to your bed chamber?

Would you like another cup of tea?

No, I should like to sleep in here.

In the drawing room, Francesca. Are you avoiding sleeping in your room?

God, don't blame me.

I could not bear to be at Aubrey Hall for months.

But being there and facing it and...

I'm feeling it. Oh, stop it. Will you please stop it? I am so sorry, my dear.

am only trying to... You are trying to tell me that you understand.

I can see it in your face even when you say nothing.

That we are the same now.

Because we have both lost our husbands. We are not the same.

You have eight children.

Eight pieces of your husband. Remember him by eight.

Eight times you did your wifely duty and gave father the gift of children. And

what did I give John? Nothing.

And I only have myself to blame.

Francesca, none of this is your fault. Oh, it is.

It is my fault.

I cursed it.

John wanted to have a child, and it was my duty to give that to him, to continue

the Kilmartin line, and I failed him. I gave him nothing. I have nothing. I have

nothing. It's all right.

It's all right.

Can I bring you some tea, my lady?

Sometimes I sit here and just stare at this

portrait.

We were supposed to be in this together, Edmund and I, through every trial.

And children need to look to me for answers, and I... I do not have all the

answers.

He was supposed to be here.

If I may, Mum, children do not need you to have all the answers.

Or even half the answers.

need you to love them.

Mrs. Wilson told me you were still here.

Mother, I was just about to take my leave.

Shall I pour you a drink?

A strong one, perhaps.

I owe you an apology.

You know, I have been thinking about your father quite a lot.

Of course.

That you were also very unlucky to lose him when you did. You were so young.

But for me, in many ways, I... I was lucky.

I had a great love for a very long time.

Some people never get that.

After everything that has transpired, I have found myself reflecting quite a lot

about love, about time not always being on our side.

I did not realise how strongly you felt about Sophie.

I assumed it was a flirtation, a dalliance. I never imagined it. I should

have allowed it to go that far.

Starting a life with someone from another class is no easy feat. You would

to move to the country. Yeah.

We had to discuss such plans.

I would have gone back and forth. No, no, there would be no going back and

forth. You would be ostracised by society, both of you. You would have to

there permanently.

I imagine that would be a rather startling transition for someone who has

a life as well -liked and privileged as you.

It is important that you understand, because there is one crucial sacrifice

you will have to make.

Your family.

And that is not to say that we shall not speak, but it will mostly be confined

to letters.

We will not be able to visit as often as we might like.

It could impact your sister's prospects for marriage if we are believed to

nurture a close relationship.

So you will miss birthdays and weddings and... Stop it, please.

There is truly no need for this.

Sophie does not want to be with me.

Oh, I...

Very much, Dad, that is the case if you ask her to marry.

How strong did I pour that drink?

What you said was correct.

All I have ever wanted for my children was to find love. So if you have found

it, you deserve to go after it before it is too late.

If you marry Sophie, it will never change how much I love you, Benedict.

And with that said, I know my son. I know that at times you can be...

God, how is it?

Non -committal.

You must have me mistaken for one of your other children.

Whatever you choose, you must live with it forever.

We all will.

We shall find you a dress that cannot be ignored.

Lord Stotter will have no choice but to propose.

I did not realise I was a jester.

Apologies, Mama.

It is only the thought of a mere dress so bewitching that a gentleman loses his

free will.

Must be quite the magical dress indeed.

It will be when I wear it. I look forward to seeing it. In fact, I think

drives you to stay behind today.

Your sister and I will have a lengthy appointment at the Modiste, and then we

may speak to the magistrate afterwards to see if he has heard any word of

or my shoe clips being pawned.

I am certain you will enjoy some time here.

Understood.

Well, I should be leaving now to check on the household orders.

Shall I get you anything while I am out?

No. Thank you, Varley.

I should like to take the afternoon to read.

In private.

Miss Posey, shall I have some tea prepared for you?

Posey, what are you doing here? Sophie.

I escaped out the drawing room window.

I did not want to risk the servant's seeing. Then when I arrived, I told that

handsome footman that I misplaced my glove when we came for tea, and as he

to look, I ran up here. I assumed your room would be up in the attic, like most

ladies' maids, though I had to check in three different rooms before I found

yours, and thank goodness no one else was up here.

I do not believe I've ever felt so exhilarated in my... I am rambling, and

not have time.

I came to warn you that we have moved in next door and my mama is intent on

finding you.

She does not know you live here now, as I have covered for you, but she means to

have you arrested for the shoe clips.

And she will surely find me if I stay in Mayfair, even if I leave Bridgerton

House.

I'm so sorry, Sophie. The shoe clips are my fault.

It is very brave of you to come, thank you, but you must get back.

I...

I wish I had said this to you before, but the things she has always said about

you, about your mother, they are cruel and untrue.

That is kind of you to say. I would not have survived in that house without you.

You were always so kind and courageous.

You have the strongest will of anyone I have ever known.

Perhaps you get that from your mother.

There is a job in the Americas.

It will keep me safe from your mother.

I will be on a ship in two days, and with any luck, she and I shall never see

each other again.

Do not let her get

the better of you.

You have a strong will of your own.

Are you going to play something?

Benedict, I did not realize you were here.

I wanted to see how you are.

You have already taken on more than enough by tending to the estate.

I should have compelled Mr. Dunnett to delay the examination.

I am sorry. I could not do more.

It would not have changed the outcome John wished for a child and I could not

give him one

You

are

rather good this is all I know when you were very young I would play this to

make you laugh

I hope it might still work.

You should have pursued piano for a day.

One of many things.

You do not give yourself enough credit, Benedict.

Nor do you.

John may have wanted a child.

But above all else, he wanted you.

And it was plain as day.

To anyone around you, how much joy you brought him.

You lit up his entire world.

Trust me, it was almost insufferable for the rest of us.

I thought doing things the proper way made it the

correct way.

I thought if I acted as though I was fine, I would be.

But I am exhausted.

I should like to feel some joy.

I want to celebrate Don's life.

Will you help me?

What do you mean you've lost her?

She must have climbed out of the window, Mum.

How was I to know the girl possessed such agility?

You were supposed to follow her to see if she would lead us to Sophie.

Posy, how was your day?

Well spent, was it?

I suppose so.

I read a novel.

I wish to speak to you.

I owe you an apology.

I've let my distress about Sophie in the season get the better of me. And at

times, perhaps, I have unfairly vented my frustrations on you.

Yes, well, I have grown quite accustomed to it.

It started long before Sophie left.

You know, I was much like you when I was younger.

It is obviously Rosamund who is most similar to you.

Now, but before my debut, before the marriage part, I was like you.

Joyful, optimistic, unconcerned with propriety.

Clumsy.

I was lucky your father chose me, considering I hardly knew how to curtsy

properly.

And then he died.

Do you know what it is like for a young lady with... Too small girl to re -enter

the marriage part.

I was already damaged goods. I could not afford a single nip tip.

I had to be perfect in every way.

I was lucky to find a second match. A love match for that.

But then Sophie appeared.

And once again, I could not produce an heir.

And then he died as well.

Mama.

Do not feel sorry for me.

I clearly carry some kind of curse.

But I refuse to pass it down to you and Rosamund.

Which is why I insist on perfection.

And this match with Lord Stotter, if your sister can see it through, it may

the tide that raises all our boats.

But not if Lord Stott were ever to find out about our connection to Sophie, that

you and Rosamund were both raised with a bastard child at your side.

She is the stain on our name, Posy.

And they thought that she has been at Bridgerton House all this time, seducing

the man that your sister had her heart set on.

I thought we confirmed that she is not at Bridgerton House.

I thought so as well.

But Farley saw her at the market.

a Bridgerton House uniform.

You need not go after her, Mama.

She is leaving for the Americas.

She will leave Bridgerton House soon and you can forget all about her.

to do without you.

I cannot believe you're abandoning us, a Penwood house.

Who will help me keep this one in line if you are gone?

Somehow I think you'll be up to the task.

What? Do not give me that look. Not when you were still pretending to go to

Penwood house rather than departing for the Americas tomorrow.

It will only make saying goodbye that much harder.

And I do not want to detract from Lady Kilmartin's event tonight.

When must you leave?

Whilst the Bridgertons are out.

I'm going to aid my new employees in finishing their packing this evening.

What about your mother's necklace?

You said you could not leave it. In many ways, I think I wore it all these

years, not to honour her, but as a reminder of her mistakes.

Perhaps it is time to let it go and leave the past with it.

You can do that without crossing the ocean, you know.

I must get the ladies ready for the festivities.

Thank you all for coming.

It has been a harrowing set of days, to say the least.

But tonight, let's do away with grief and remember the remarkable man that

was.

I shall go first.

John was my greatest friend and partner in mischief since birth.

He was genuine, determined, and had patience fit for a saint to tolerate my

nature. More like the patience of ten saints.

He was my guiding light, my compass.

We were opposite ends of the pendulum, yet somehow we balanced each other.

I will miss you, dear cousin, more than you will ever know.

Do not feel obligated, but if anyone would like to speak...

To John.

A kinder gentleman I have never known.

I always admired how deliberate John was.

He thought through everything with such care.

Unless, of course, you got some brandy in him, in which case, well, look out.

He was exceptionally nimble -footed. You should have seen him climbing trees as

a boy. Went up so high, I feared we would never get him down again.

John may have been a man of few words, but he saved them for when they counted

the most.

He knew the power of a gesture, that actions speak louder.

He showed his heart the love he gave to Fran, to all of us.

He shall be missed dearly, but never forgotten.

To John. To John.

Now,

perhaps you might... I would like to speak.

It seems inconceivable that he is

gone.

I had our entire lives planned.

I thought I knew exactly what the future held.

And now, it's only a headache.

How could a headache take my husband away?

For days, all I could think was how it is not fair. John was a good man. He

deserved a better fate, a longer life.

But that is not how I wish to remember him.

It is quite something to spend your entire life feeling like you are somehow

of place.

And then to meet someone who understands you before you even say a word.

Someone whose singular qualities match your own.

Whose kindness makes you feel warm.

You can read your mind from across the whole room.

John was more than my husband. He was my truest friend.

I may ache that present, but

the good John brought into my life, that bond, that understanding,

love, far outweighs any pain I feel right now.

I would not change it for anything.

To my husband.

I thought I might perform a Scottish Highland dance that John and I learned

children.

Fran, will you join me?

Yes.

Follow my lead. Right.

This is the stag, everyone.

Wonderful. Wonderful.

Right, then we're going to spinning and spin.

Arms.

Well, don't leave us up here dancing alone.

Grab a partner.

Come on. Pair up, pair up. What are you doing, Sam?

Get into the sag, everyone.

One, two, three, four.

Wonderful. And spin.

Lovely. Witches.

Excuse me, Mother. Where are you going?

There is something I have to take care of at Bridgerton House. But it could not

wait. I've waited long enough already.

Wait.

I have left something for you in your desk.

It was my grandmother's.

Go.

Sophie? It's Sophie down here.

Mr. Bridgerton, is everything all right? Whatever you need, we can surely bring

it to you. Has she already departed for Penwood House?

Yes. Sir, I believe she has just left.

Then I will be needing my horse to the mount right there at one.

Right away, Miss Bridgerton. Wait!

I mean... Pardon me, sir, but Sophie is not at Penwood House.

She slept in another position with a family moving to the Americas. The

Americas? Are you certain? She went to stay with them tonight as they planned

board a ship at dawn. What is the name of the family? I'm afraid I do not know,

sir. She would not tell me.

Sophie Peck, Constable.

This is the thief I was telling you about.

Fortunately, we no longer have to disturb the Bridgertons.

She'll take that.

Place your hands behind your back.

Please, sir, this is a terrible mistake. I shall explain. Sophie Peck, you are

hereby arrested on suspicion of thievery and of impersonating nobility.

Wait, wait, no, no.

Araminta. Araminta!

Do not... Araminta!

Araminta, please!

Sophie!