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Grosvenor Square, 1813.

Dearest reader, the time has come to
place our bets for the upcoming social

season.

Consider the household of the Baron
Featherington.

Three missus hoisted upon the marriage
market like sorrowful sows by their

tasteless... Tighter.

...tasteless mamma.

Tighter! Is she to breathe? I was able
to squeeze my waist into the size of an

orange and a half when I was Prudence's
age. Your sister shall do the same.

Far better odds might exist in the
household of the widowed Viscountess

Bridgerton.

A shockingly prolific family, noted for
its bounty of perfectly handsome sons

and perfectly beautiful daughters.

I'm already roasting.

I've been playing the entire day,
Eloise. Surely I cannot be expected to

these fashions the entire day.

I feel like a princess.

Do I look like one? You truly wish to
know what I think you look like. On your

left!

Hark, Red Reef! Miss Artista's still not
ready. Oh, she's only been readying

herself the entire night. You mean her
entire life?

I shall run upstairs and hasten her
along.

No, Colin, wait.

I'll do it.

She likes me much better than you,
Benedict. Did you say that?

Everyone says that.

She heard me.

How very perfect indeed.

Any sign of him yet?

Should your brother wish to be obeyed as
Lord Bridgerton, he must act as Lord

Bridgerton. Where is he, Benedict?

I do not know.

Anthony, you're here. Of course I'm
here, sister.

I'll never miss such an important day
for you and our family. No, you would

be late for it.

Shall we?

Today is a most important day.

And for some, a terrifying one.

For today is the day London's marriage
-minded misses are presented to Her

Majesty the Queen.

May God have mercy on their souls.

Miss Prudence Featherington.

Miss Philippa Featherington. And Miss
Penelope Featherington.

All presented by their mother, the Right
Honourable...

Lady Featherington.

It is only the Queen's eye that matters
today.

A glimmer of displeasure and a young
lady's value

plummets to unthinkable depths.

Miss Daphne Bridgerton, presented by her
mother,

the Right Honourable...

The Dowager Viscountess Bridgerton.

Call it, my dear.

Did that truly just happen?

The smiling there is now watching you.

Now more than ever.

But, as we know, the brighter a lady
shines...

the faster she may burn.

It has been said that of all bitches,
dead or alive, a scribbling woman is the

most canine.

If that should be true, then this author
would like to show you her teeth.

My name is Lady Whistledown.

You do not know me, and rest assured you
never shall.

But be forewarned, dear reader, I
certainly know you.

You absolutely sparkle, sister.

Come now, I merely simpered and minced
in a pretty dress like everyone else.

exactly like everyone else.

No worries, you'll need to go and visit
with Penelope.

Her presentation was anything but...
What was it the Queen called you again?

Flawless. Or some such thing.

Trust her, it was astonished Her Majesty
offered me out of...

200 young ladies present a most gracious
remark. Yes, it was quite a

distinction. And now 200 young ladies
have a common adversary.

Oh, is she luck, sister?

Eloise. Why, this is true. My success on
the marriage market influences all of

your prospects.

We will all need to find love one day.

Indeed. A love as pure as what Mama and
Papa want shared, if we are so

fortunate.

I really hope I'm able to continue such
a grand tradition.

Your dresses have arrived.

Oh, fuck!

It's quite ravishing.

Mary Edgecombe wore a similar shade last
season. And secured three offers the

very next day. One for now.

Mary Edgecombe, now the Countess of
Fulton, apparently spent the last year

living in a cottage hundreds of miles
away from her. Oh, he is miserable.

It's all here. Do not tell me that is
yet another scandal sheet. This one is

different. This one lists subjects by
name in four.

Let me see. Wait.

Lady Whistledown. Lady Whistledown. The
author.

Do we know a Lady Whistledown? Surely
Lady Whistledown cannot be her true

What does it say, David?

She loathes the fact that we've been
named alphabetically oldest to youngest.

Your father and I found it orderly. Lady
Whistledown finds finality.

The papers were distributed across town
today without charge. Without charge?

Well, what kind of order?

Well,

at least she has one thing right.

She has named Daphne as the season's
incomparable...

She calls you a diamond of the first
water.

How lovely.

I should not be surprised if this
whistle -down is revealed to be Violet

Bridgerton herself.

These pages certainly report on the
Viscountess's family with much

indeed. The pages report nothing but the
truth, Lady Hatterington.

Daphne has bloomed exquisitely, and the
sooner she is taken from the market, the

better for the other young ladies.

Even one's prone to hysterics. in front
of the Queen.

Ladies, hurry with your miniatures
before our guests arrive.

And Penelope, put down that book at
once. You shall confuse your thoughts.

So, tell me about this cousin joining
you for the entire season.

She is a distant cousin of my husband
and with no close female relative to

sponsor her debut, Lord Featherington
has directed me to take her in for

charity.

You are known to be quite charitable.

Precisely what this new rumour monger
should have published instead of

erroneously specifying that I shall only
have three young ladies under my care

this year. She knows nothing.

Unless you shall like to have only three
young ladies under your care.

I should gladly sit this season out.

Penelope is quite nervous. This shall be
her very first season.

I am not nervous, Mama. What she is is
two stone heavier than she ought to be.

Those blemishes on her face are quite
difficult to conceal.

Perhaps an arsenic and lead might help.
Should you allow me to delay only a

year, just as Lady Bridgerton has done
for Eloise, I may remain dedicated to my

studies, perhaps.

No, Penelope.

You may wish to listen to her, my lady,
shepherding four young ladies through

these endless rounds of affairs at the
same time.

Can you imagine the competition?

Well, how much competition can this
cousin provoke?

She came of age on a farm. She has a
mere four -figure dowry. And as for her

appearance, well, let us hope Miss
Thompson is more presentable than the

of unkempt animals she has spent her
entire life tending to back home.

Lord Featherington's cousin has arrived,
madam.

Now, remember to be kind, ladies.

And charitable.

The poor are our burden.

Beautiful. Good afternoon, Lady
Featherington.

Well, if this is not a sight for my sore
eyes.

My condolences, Your Grace, for your
father. Very kind of you.

Kind of me? You hated the man.

It is so wonderful to see you, Lady
Danbury. Words I do not hear often

Come.

You must excuse the...

Disorderliness. As you know, I'm to host
a ball this evening. Yes. I have

managed to keep the details of your
return quiet. But when those vulgar

discover that there is an eligible duke
present at tonight's fete, I shall be

able to keep such a secret no longer.
That is what I was hoping to discuss.

only returned to London to deal with my
late father's affairs. I'm afraid it

leaves me no time to socialize. And so
whilst I appreciate your most gracious

invitation, Lady Danbury...

I must ask you to accept my regrets.

Your regrets are denied.

Well, I suppose briefly... Excellent.

You may leave that flask you carry at
home.

Most undignified.

watch and take it apart bit by bit.

I belong to my father.

Should it disappear, I would miss it
sadly.

Then you shall know precisely how I feel
every time you disappear.

Stay with me today.

I'm afraid I cannot.

I must chaperone my sister at the
Danbury Ball this evening.

Daphne, yes?

What might they be like?

These grand affairs your sister must
attend. You would hate them. Every

lady of breeding dressed in some
lavishly trimmed frock.

Bloodthirsty mamas at their sides.

And wary fathers making arrangements for
only the most advantageous of matches.

Of course, without my father here, that
responsibility falls upon me.

A significant duty, no doubt. Someone
must guard my poor sister from the bucks

and pinks.

Ensure her virtue remains free of any
kind of defilement. Daphne is fortunate.

Every woman is not afforded such gallant
protection.

Well, every woman is not a lady.

Of course not, my lord.

Sienna.

Hey.

You have me.

Protecting you, too.

The season's opening ball at Danbury
House is a most highly thought -after

invitation indeed, for every darling
debutante from Park Lane to Regent

will be on display.

Titled, chased...

And innocent.

This is what they have been raised and
trained for since birth.

Tonight we shall discover which young
ladies might succeed at securing a

thereby avoiding the dreadful, dismal
condition known as the spinster. Oh, I

love to dance. Would you like my flower?

We grow them in our very own garden. I
must show you my watercolours sometime,

if you desire to see them.

And she's quite proficient on the piano
forte, too.

Is that not the young lady who was
caught with her gentleman last year?

In Lady Mottram's conservatory?

Unchaperoned. She's lucky her gentleman
agreed to a hasty marriage after she

went and ruined herself.

Light skirts.

They're all staring, Mother.

Allow them to come to you again.

Oh.

Look who's already setting his cap at
Miss Bridgerton.

Lady Bridgerton.

Miss Bridgerton.

Lord Bridgerton.

I believe you have already been
introduced to my daughter Daphne, Lord

Yes, we met at your brother's levee. If
I recall, my lord, you had just won your

first race at Newmarket. First and only,
I believe.

Well, in that case, let us hope his
lordship has found himself a new horse.

I haven't had the pleasure of seeing you
at our club lately, Ambrose.

She didn't have anything to do with the
unpaid balance you left on our betting

books winter last.

Ambrose is a cheat.

A man of any honour insures that debts
are fully paid.

I did not realise.

How could you have done?

It is the very reason I am here, sister.

Let us take a turn, by the way.

He's rather pleasing.

He's rather here to shuffle about
hunting fortune.

Trust me, Mr. Lewis knows of your
sizable dowry.

Believe him, dear.

I presume you know of him, too.

I'm Mr. Worthington's second son, which
you'll find better.

He is of dubious parentage.

I shall not have you making love with a
poet, heaven forbid, nor an eccentric.

My word.

Anthony, Daph. If the only outstanding
gentleman present this evening are your

brothers, then we're in a great deal of
trouble indeed.

You continue to say we.

Didn't I tell you yet?

About my tour? I'm to begin in Greece.

Greece? How adventurous, Colin. Oh, God.

Too late.

I already noted you. Easy.

Miss Bridgerton, you look rather lovely
this evening.

Is there a reason I've yet to see you on
the dance floor? All in good time, Lady

Dunbar.

Poor thing.

Who's that?

I'm sure I've never seen her.

Miss Marina Thompson.

A distant cousin of my husband's. She's
rather dowdy, is she not?

One of the Bridgerton boys is joining
the swarm.

Well?

Who's telling?

I imagine your household will be a hive
of quarters in the morning, Lady

Featherington. Where one suitor goes,
the rest will surely follow.

I would recognize him anyway.

Now, where are you taking us? To meet
the Duke.

That man's not in our ministry. Make
haste before he should see Miss

Nice.

Let me introduce my daughter. Miss
Prudence Featherington.

Miss Jennifer Featherington.

I'm quite parched.

Then I shall fetch you a glass of
lemonade. No, you have already done so

for me tonight.

I shall return in a mere moment.

Small glasses.

Oh, Burbrook.

Tiny little things, are they not?

The glasses, I suppose.

Then the matter is settled.

I'm not entirely sure the matter in
which we discuss, my lord.

You've always amused me, Miss
Bridgerton, ever since I was a pool boy

were... Oh, but... Five?

My brother, he summons me. I...

Miss Bridgerton.

A moment, please.

Miss Bridgerton.

Pardon me.

Forgive me.

Tell me your name.

Your name, sir. Am I honestly to believe
you do not already know my name?

If you decide an introduction, madam, I
do believe accosting me to be the least

civilized of ways.

Accosting you?

Surely they will try anything.

Sir, that is not... This is not... What
is your name? Bassett.

Bassett! Bridgerton!

Come here, old friend!

I heard news of your father.

Jesus, Peggy, you're no longer Bassett.

Hastings! The Duke of Hastings, now
known forevermore.

Oh, the Duke of Hastings, is it?

Right, Hastings, this is my sister. Your
sister?

Daphne, Hastings and I know each other
from our days at Oxford.

Days we shall not sing for again.

As I am well aware of the company you
keep, brother, I am certain your days

His Grace were most civilized indeed.

Hastings, we shall need to get together
properly.

I expect to see you at our club then.

Indeed. Evening, Bridgerton.

Yes, Bridgerton.

Daphne, I believe Lord Weatherby is
looking for you to dance. If only it

not time for us to retire.

Daphne is anything but weary. I shall
play with her. That would be lovely.

Daphne, there is nary a gentleman here
who would not take your hand.

You must think about this.

The most perfect thing for you to do now
is not to dance, but to leave them all

wanting more.

If anyone knows how this works, it is
your eldest brother.

Perhaps he is right.

Let us go.

I've already awakened.

Have Cook prepare as many biscuits as he
can this morning.

And perhaps we might move a few extra
chairs into the drawing room, too.

I do wonder which gentleman will be the
very first to call.

I have so much to ask of them all. Well,
let us get you dressed.

I did not expect to see you here this
morning. It is terribly early for you,

dearest. You could not sleep for some
reason.

All the excitement, I presume.

Am I the first gentleman to arrive?

How wonderful.

Call us, ma 'am. The Earl of Stafford
and the Marquise of Finley. A word?

Well, you should have my colourful
fashions to thank.

Before I miss Marina Thompson?

Dearest reader, this author finds
herself compelled to share the most

news. And do you have a large family
too, my lord? It seems our diamond

a closer inspection.

Is there a problem, Lord Bridgerton?

I should think so. You are in my seat.

As such, an even rarer jewel of only the
most remarkable, brilliant fire and

luster has been unearthed. Her name,
unknown to most, yet soon known to all,

is Miss Marina Thompson.

Should you not be out on your daily walk
about the square, dear?

It appears as though it may rain.

This author is left to wonder whether
Her Majesty might reconsider the high

praise she once afforded Miss
Bridgerton.

For we all must know what the Queen
despises more than anything.

Being wrong.

And the drawing room at Bridgerton
House...

currently appears to be emptier than the
muddled head of her dearest King

George.

Well, I must be off to my club then.

Sisters?

Mother?

It follows that Lady Featherington is to
receive what she has always desired,

the season's true incomparable living
under her own roof.

She must be overjoyed.

Is Miss Thompson so high in her insta
that she's unable to don her own

I should think not.

Has anyone else read what Lady
Whistledown has written of late?

Should anyone pay any heed to what Lady
Whistledown writes of late? I certainly

do not.

Mama, perhaps we might attend the
upcoming Salisbury Ball by ourselves.

And the Merryweather Tea, too.

I believe that Anthony has already
replied on our behalf, dearest.

Apparently he's managed our social
calendar through June. He'll be there

entire season.

Lady Whistledown has made her opinion of
artists this unfortunate quite clear.

Well, enough about Lady Whistledown.

A caller for Miss Bridgerton. Oh!

The Lord Burbrook.

Come in. May I help you to some freshly
prepared biscuits?

Eloise, allow some room for his
lordship, will you?

Eloise, are you not due for a visit with
Penelope this morning? I believe I

should like to stay. I believe you
should like to go.

Forgive me for not calling sooner.

I presumed your affections were already
engaged.

Now I know.

You and I were destined for each other.

And so, by heaven, your love may burn
from the depths of my soul.

To thee I shall earn.

Wonderful, wonderful gentlemen.

Thank you for your call. Do not forget
to bid Prudence, Philippa, or even

Penelope farewell as you go.

Most wretched sonnet indeed.

Lord Byron, he's not.

Do not believe so.

Good day, Pen.

Lord Burberry is harmless.

There'll be others.

Lady Whistledown has all but declared me
ineligible.

Worthy of the affection of a detestable
simpleton and no one else.

Tell me, what others should ever want
such damaged goods now?

The speakers of Lady Whistledown were to
be held in higher regard than Her

Majesty the Queen herself.

You're far too much credit to some
anonymous scribbler. These musings,

not true. Only they are true, brother,
and they are true because of you.

You managed to scare every worthy suitor
away.

Whistledown is merely reported. I am
looking out for you. I am protecting

It is my duty. And what of my duty?

You have no idea what it is to be a
woman.

What it might feel like to have one's
entire life reduced to a single moment.

This is all I have been raised for.

This is all I am. I have no other value.

If I'm unable to find a husband, I
should be worthless.

Daphne, you're a Bridgerton.

It would be easier if I were not.

Ambitious mamas rejoice, for the new
Duke of Hastings continues to grace our

fair city with his presence.

And, oh, what an impressive...

presence it is.

The Lady Whistledown has written about
you again, Your Grace.

Would you like to read it?

It should be noted that the Duke has
been overheard announcing to mamas

everywhere that he has no plans of ever
marrying.

This author wonders which brazen
matchmaker shall rise to such a

this competition is well underway.

You know, I do suppose...

If it were not for an overzealous mother
at every corner, this home view in the

city would not be so varied. Those
mothers simply want the same as you, I

think. For every last one of them to
choke on their daughter's hair.

For you to claim a wife, Hastings.

Are you truly not planning on taking
your place in society? Will you have a

duke? I have a title.

As far as I'm concerned, it will end
with me. But, Hastings, you can't...

calling me that.

This is my father's name.

Never mind.

And in any case, what are you?

What of me? You are the firstborn
Bridgerton of the firstborn Bridgerton

times over. Where is your wife?

There's your plan to fuck her forever.

Your mistress.

You shall need to fire an heir.

I'm in possession of something that you
are not.

Brothers.

It has reached my ears that Mr. Colin
Bridgerton shall be awarded the year's

grand prize.

when he sweeps Miss Thompson off her
pretty little slippered feet.

You could always send the willow back to
a farm, Mother.

As if Lord Featherington would ever
allow that.

In other news, a most peculiar

suitor for Miss Daphne Bridgerton has
emerged.

Daphne.

Bridgerton. Your colon.

We'll look at just the two of us, yet
again.

My box, Mama.

Lady Bridgerton.

Do join us.

Your Majesty, good evening. You must
remember my daughter, Daphne. Yes.

She made quite an impression.

However fleeting it may have been.

I would like to welcome you both to my
box this evening.

I insist.

They are saying her husband will not
live till the end of the month.

Surely another rumor provided by that
vicious, scandal -mongering writer.

She's had degradation of no bounds.

Lady Whistledown writes about my family,
too.

Yet I suppose that you can withstand
such scrutiny, since he is, after all, a

man. It's quite unfortunate to have you
there with him as a child, after what

happened to his mother.

Awful. He's not what Whistledown writes.

No, he's Dany.

I've seen the two of them have that much
in common, then.

Matches have certainly been made with
far less.

What are you suggesting?

Lady Whistledown may write what she
sees.

Perhaps we need to help her to see
things a bit more clearly.

The Duke is quite fond of gooseberry
pie.

The very dish my cook is renowned for.

And for all we know, Whistledown may be
some interloper living in Bloomsbury, of

all places. What would be so terrible
about Bloomsbury than the people there

actually work for a living? She does
seem to be someone with access.

Who knows if Whistledown is even a she?

Fair point.

Because she's simply too good to be
anyone but a man.

Well, I think it's rather obvious that
the writer is Lady Danbury. Lady Danbury

enjoyed sharing her insults with society
directly.

She would never bother herself writing
them all down.

Could it be Lady Featherington?

No!

You have yet to read what was at our
might at the feathering council.

You must forgive this rather unruly
debate, Your Grace. Nonsense, I find it

entertaining.

All of you at one table, with your
children.

I realise it may be unfashionable, but
we like each other.

Most of the time.

You should join us more often, Your
Grace.

Perhaps when we travel to our country
seat, you would be most welcome.

Those peas are already there. You cannot
tell me what to do. I am older. And I'm

taller. Children.

No, he does have a presence about him.

Calm down.

Regis Dukes, for one thing.

I'm to spar with Jackson himself.

You?

Is that envy I detect in your voice?

Judgment, brother.

I shall need to witness this.

You appeared displeased.

Do I?

We find ourselves seated beside each
other, Miss Bridgerton.

I'd like to think you're happy about
that.

Perhaps, Your Grace, it would be better
if you refrained from thinking about me

at all.

It is simply surprising.

Yet, how ever is it possible for a lady
to offer anything but a smile while

seated beside a duke?

Even one of your reputations. You are
aware of my reputation. I'm aware of

friendship with my eldest brother.

If that were not enough, I'm also aware
of the things that certain writers

recently written of you presumptuous.

Clearly. Arrogant, most definitely.

You are a rake.

Two and three.

Tell me I'm wrong.

Who is to refrain from thinking about
whom again?

I assure you, I am anything but
interested in you. Good. Quite.

I, anything, but interested in you. The
eldest sister of my oldest friend, yet

another recent subject of a certain
writer, chaste, neat, desperate.

I shall have you know. Mary, my dear,
tell me I am wrong.

Hastings, I'm so glad you decided to
join us this evening.

It was most spontaneous of you. Not at
all. With Lady Danbury accepting your

dear mother's gracious invitation on my
behalf, well, how ever could I have

declined? You must stay for dessert.

It's gooseberry pie.

You agree?

Ah, lovely.

You were a perfectly reasonable mother
until your eldest daughter came of age.

This matchmaking scheme you rather
transparently concocted with Lady

It will not work.

I can think of worse matches for Daphne
than a dupe.

I believe the two of you to be friends.
We are good friends, which is why I know

he has absolutely no intention of
marrying. You must understand, all men

that assertion. Your father... Do not
bring father into this.

Even if you were in want of a wife...

You would most certainly not have the
Duke anywhere near Daphne. I fully

subscribe to the belief that reformed
regs make the very best of us. You will

not make her happy.

Daphne deserves better.

And I know you think you are solving the
problem, but you are not. And that is

all I shall say about the matter.

The Duke will be joining us, as I guess,
at Vauxhall tomorrow evening. Now, I

admit it was not easy to convince him to
come. You overstaffed him. He's my

eldest daughter. It's my responsibility,
as are you.

Responsibility? Do not make this any
more difficult than it already is. I

to know something, Anthony.

Tonight, when you leave this study that
you continue to keep at your family

home, are you to return to your battery
lodgings across the square, or will you

pay a visit to a certain soprano that
you tend to in an apartment that you pay

for on the other side of town?

relying on your younger brothers to one
day do the job that you cannot.

You like to speak of responsibility.

My dear son.

Of duty?

Pray tell, what should you know of it?

I sit with her in that drawing room. Do
you know what I see?

A young woman who is terrified because
she knows what kind of luck, what kind

future awaits her should you continue to
get in her way.

If your father was still here, Daphne
would already have been matched. The man

would have made an arrangement with an
old friend. The man would have done what

was now necessary.

So you must ask yourself, are you merely
an older brother, or are you the man of

this house?

I cannot see you anymore.

I do not understand.

It is not for you to understand.

I must do what is necessary.

You said you would always protect me.

You promised to care for me, my Lord.

And now?

What shall I do now?

You shall leave.

Be it shame or slander, seduction or
smear, there is but one thing that

humbles even the most highly regarded
members of our diaton.

A scandal.

Well, dear reader, it should seem that
all of Grosvenor Square has been left to

ponder a rather scandalous question
indeed.

Might one former diamond's recent fall
from grace turn out to be the most

damning scandal of all?

Penn. Colin.

I did not know you would be here.

Sorry to disappoint.

Have you seen Miss Thompson?

She is ill.

My mama had to stay home with her.

Papa had to chaperone.

I'm quite enjoying the fact that he is
here.

Mama would never allow me to wear a
dress like this.

Not yellow enough, I think.

Mr Bridgeton.

I believe you owe me a dance this
evening.

And I have only one more space remaining
on my card, if possible. How

convenient.

Penelope, I did not see you there.

I'm afraid I cannot offer you that
dance, Miss Cowper.

I am to escort Miss Featherington to the
floor.

It's remarkable.

You look just like him. Your father.

Ladies and gentlemen, Amon's
extraordinary event is about to take

this way.

Madam. Yes.

Farley.

It is with great privilege I present
Vauxhall's newest spectacle of the year.

Beast, you're right. Above.

And allow all that you bring to
overwhelm you.

Wonderful light.

Thank you.

Not the most bizarre.

Oh, look, brother.

What is it?

Lord Burbrook's barony is over 200 years
old. His lineage is legitimate.

He's had an excellent education,
possesses no debts, never hurt an animal

woman, and is even a decent shot.

To speak strictly, there's nothing wrong
with him.

What should any of you... You're to
marry him.

Nigel. I had to find you a husband and
sister. Now.

Be grateful it is done.

It should be just as easy for you to
fall in love with Lord Burbrook as with

anyone else.

I will not hear of this.

You haven't bled.

It's been over a month since your
arrival, and you haven't bled.

I suppose I should be happy.

Up until now, I've had no legitimate
excuse to dispense with you. But when

Featherington hears of this, when your
own papa hears of this, please... I

suppose I should be happy.

And if it were guaranteed that my own
ladies would not be affected by your

revolting recklessness, I would be. Do
you even know who the father is?

I know, but you shall never understand.

What was that? You shall never
understand.

Someone like you, living this
ridiculously charmed, did you think I

come here?

To be around people like you, so out of
touch, so superior.

Whatever are you doing?

Nigel, not now.

Nigel?

We had to drop the honorific so soon.

And I suppose, as your husband... You
will never be my husband. I will never

marry you.

My brother, he... he made a mistake.

Do you think yourself better than me?

It would be best for you to leave.

You should be thanking me.

I'm your last hope.

No one wants you, Miss Bridget. What are
you doing? We'll find out soon enough.

Stop it!

Let go of me!

Your Grace, I had no intention... Of
knocking the Klimt flat

out.

I must say, I'm impressed.

What are you doing out here?

Avoiding certain... People. People.

Mothers. They aren't people, I suppose.

You are coming from the Dark Walk.

It is merely a few steps away. What
would you know? The Dark Walk is merely

few steps away.

And I am alone with two men.

I believe you're only with one man. I
shall be compromised just the same. Do

have any idea what would happen if
someone even suggested that I... I must

Marry me, Miss Bridgerton.

Now, as far as proposals go, that may be
the least romantic of all.

I... Suppose if someone were to find me
here, it would be one way out of

marrying him. Oh, you cannot possibly be
thinking of marrying him.

If I'm unable to secure another offer,
there may be no alternative.

Unlike you, I cannot simply declare I do
not wish to marry.

I do not have such a privilege.

Yes, I was quite surprised to learn you
no longer have a line of suitors around

every last square in London.

I'm in no need of your derision, sir. I
do not mock you.

I'm being sincere.

I know what this lady Whistledown has
written.

Trust I possess as much contempt for the
author as you do.

She's all but issued a challenge to
London's most ambitious memoirs,

encouraging, provoking them.

I'll claim you as their prize.

Do not worry, Your Grace.

I believe such a win would be promptly
forfeited indeed.

I must go this way.

You through those trees.

Perhaps there is an answer to our
collective Lady Whistledown issue.

We could pretend to form an attachment.

With you in my arm, the world will
believe I have finally found my duchess.

Every presumptuous mother in town will
leave me alone, and every suitor will be

looking at you.

You know, men are always interested in a
woman when they believe another,

particularly a duke.

To be interested as well.

You presume, Lady Whistler. I presume
she will deem us to be precisely what we

are. Me, unavailable.

You, desirable.

Turn to my eyes.

Here.

Clutter.

It isn't to work.

You must appear madly in love.

It isn't upset, Pat.

I find it quite brilliant. Provided you
do not wish to marry me.

And I do not wish to marry you.

Whatever should you have to lose?

For those not in attendance at the
Vauxhall celebration, you missed the

remarkable coup of the season.

It appears Miss Daphne Bridgerton has
captured the interest of the newly

returned Duke of Hastings.

How the young miss secured her new found
suitor is yet to be determined.

Yet, if anyone shall reveal the
circumstances of this match, it is I.

Yours truly, Lady Whistledown.