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Your Grace, I shall need you to push.

You must breathe, Your Grace. Someone
must tell me something.

What are you doing in here, Lady
Danbury? I am going in, Your Grace. No,

for the lady.

Someone must be with her. If not her
husband...

Push. I must know if I'm at long last to
have a son.

Four steps.

You can see the head. Push.

Tell me.

Breathe, Your Grace.

Yes. Push. Push, Your Grace.

Push.

What is it?

What is it?

It is a boy, Your Grace.

I have a son.

I finally get a

son.

A son. A son.

A son.

A son.

Doctor.

There is too much blood.

Perfect son.

Simon Arthur Henry Fitzranald Bassett.

The next Duke of Hastings.

Your Grace.

Would you like us to arrange the
Duchess's room for you?

No.

It will not be necessary.

There will forever be just two words
that come to this author's mind the

after any good party. Shock and delight.

Well, dear reader, the scandalous
accounts from last night's soiree at Box

are quite shocking and delightful
indeed.

It has arrived, Your Majesty.

At once.

At once.

emerging phoenix -like from the ashes of
irrelevance, is one Miss Daphne

Bridgerton. The illustrious debutante
was seen dancing not once, but twice,

with the season's most eligible and most
uncatchable rake, the Duke of Hastings.

Where are you going so early, O Grace?

The promenade.

The Duke rarely smiles.

Daphne has an excellent sense of humour.

She will need it. Life as a Duchess will
have many demands.

Hoosting balls, greeting foreign
dignitaries. Daphne will not merely be

society. She will be leading it. I have
prepared her quite well, Aunt Daphne.

Eight balls.

No.

Eight balls.

You do want our plan to succeed, do you
not? The purpose of this arrangement is

to keep the marriage of mine to the
mothers of the Tonnet Bay and not hurl

myself directly into the lion's den.

The purpose of this arrangement is to
ensure I marry my very first season.

I shall grant you four.

Six. Five.

Six. And you must send flowers.

Today.

Expensive ones.

If you were truly courting me, you'd buy
out every florist in town. If I were

truly courting you, I would not need
flowers. I'd be five minutes alone with

in a drawing room.

I did not mean... Take forward your
grace.

Very well, but I shall see about the
flowers.

And you must remember, no one could know
about our little arrangement.

Know about what happened last night with
Lord Burtbrook. Ah, yes, how is your

hand this morning?

You say you did nothing wrong.

What I know is that even the rumour of
my being alone with a man, let alone

punching him, will ruin me.

I have no interest in causing a scandal,
Miss Bridgerton.

I should imagine with you it comes
naturally.

Derby! What are you both talking about?

Penelope is wondering about Miss
Thompson.

Who did? What of Miss Thompson?

Penelope has inquiries. If you do not
call about Miss Thompson's condition...

I'd set you on fire. I know, Ma.

How did it happen, Mama?

Isn't it to be a baby? That will be
enough.

My Lord, are you hearing this?

What are we going to do?

There's no need for your hysterics. Why
is Miss Thompson to be kept away?

Because her condition is catching.

So Daphne may be in love.

Does she think it an accomplishment?

What exactly has she accomplished then?

She certainly did not build that man or
bake him.

Simply showed up.

Now he straggles about.

That's her face, probably.

That's her hair.

And having a nice face and pleasant hair
is not an accomplishment.

Do you know what is an accomplishment?

Attending university.

If I were a man, I could do that, you
know. Instead, I shall have to stand by

and watch dear Mama appear proud.

Because some man should like to admire
my sister's face and hair and fill her

with babies.

Oh, Philippa, you're not listening to
what I say.

What? I know someone.

This child.

Is it your mama?

Has she not advanced in age?

I suppose your father should still want
a boy. It's not my mama.

It is a maid.

Which one of your maids is married?

She's not married.

How did she become a child if she's not
married? I do not know.

But I will find out.

You must.

Otherwise, how can we make sure it never
happens to us?

We have accomplishments to acquire.

Two dancers?

Really? Oh, he was quite taken with your
sister Hyacinth, or the entire party

was, for that matter. All eyes were on
Daphne.

At least enjoy some toast to it.

I'm not hungry, Mama.

Are you certain the entire party was not
simply eyeing a tear in her dress? Or

some misstep she might have taken on the
dance floor. I do wonder, Daphne, might

we count on the Duke of the Crawford
Ball?

I should think it's a fair chance.

What about the Ramsby Ball Friday, too?
Oh, and what about the Grand Picnic? We

shall see, Mama.

How terrible for Fran that she'll be off
practising piano forte with Aunt Winnie

all season. And Miss Daphne's engagement
to the Duke. Could Francesca leave for

Bath already?

How did the lady come to be with child?

Eloise, what a question.

I thought we needed to be married.

What are you talking about? Apparently
it's not even a requirement.

Eloise, that is more than enough.

Daphne, please. You were playing so
lovely. Please, go on.

Have they taken the two of you? No.

Do not look at me.

Have you ever visited a farm? No.

I do hope the two of you are not
encouraging improper topics of

Not at all, Mother. In fact, we were
just heading off to take our sticks out.

Call in, Bridgerton.

Around a fencing.

Miss, Humboldt is coming.

Humboldt is coming.

Humboldt? Why is Humboldt coming?

Why has someone arrived, Humboldt?
Callers for Miss Daphne, ma 'am.

But the Duke, you already have a caller
there. Well, I suppose now I have more.

Coming through.

When you said you would be taking me to
your family this morning, I expected to

be the only one present. I wore my satin
knee breeches for the occasion. Out of

my way at once.

Dear God.

I shall speak to my Zoom to know. Lord
Burbitt, you must go.

I said you wanted this handled quickly.

You gave me your word. And I intend to
keep it. You're the only man who

proposed, therefore the only one I
thoroughly considered.

This is nothing more than a terrible
confusion. For now, you must go, along

everyone else.

I should like to know what is going on.
Oh, I would like to know the very thing.

Perhaps we might begin with why you
chose to interrupt such an exquisite

morning. Because she is already engaged
to be married.

The Duke has already asked for your
hand. I am not engaged, my ma.

Has anyone truly proposed to me? No.

Have I proposed to anyone else?

I do not believe I have. Do not be
disrespectful.

Disrespectful?

I cannot imagine a greater show of
disrespect than promising me to Nigel

Burbrook. Anthony, tell me you did not.
He's a fine choice. I looked into him.

You promised your sister to that man.
Not well enough, apparently.

What? Does not matter.

I now have many choices indeed. I do not
need... You have suitors. You do not

have what matters, proposals.

Except, of course, from Lord Burbrook.
Whatever happened to his eye? It's quite

grotesque.

Daphne has charmed a duke, Anthony.

You must know that changes everything.
Please do not tell me this little

rebellion has to do with hasting. They
are courting. They've danced a couple of

times together at a ball.

Colin has done the same with Penelope
Featherington.

It does not signify that... They
promenaded this morning and he sent

today to both of us.

Expensive ones.

The duke is not a serious suitor. He
will never marry.

I have known him since we were boys. It
is not bravado or denial or even

immaturity. It certainly appeared that
way to me. I will not marry Nigel

Burbrook.

I have acted in your best interests,
sister. One day, you will understand.

day, you'll be most appreciative. The
contract to Burbrook will be drawn up,

you shall marry him.

Oh, you... Do not worry, dearest. Once
Lord Burbrook witnesses the seriousness

of the Duke's intentions, he will have
no choice but to retreat.

Well, Burbrook may not respect a woman's
choice, but he certainly will respect a

man's.

Well, and if the Duke is not serious, I
shall have others. Daphne, I saw the

way the two of you looked at each other
last night and this morning.

There are no others.

There is only the Duke.

Did you truly dance with a Bridgerton
girl?

Twice.

Remind me again why you were the first
person I chose to reacquaint myself with

upon my return to town. Admit it,
friend.

You missed me.

Might I have a word?

As many as you like, Bridgerton.

Are you going to come down here or must
I come up there?

My fists have taken enough pounding from
your chin today.

Your dukeship.

Well, what seems to be so urgent? I
should like to know what was going

your head last night and this morning, I
guess.

You'll have to be more precise. Great
Delgo's on the mind. Quick's mine. Are

courting my sister?

Should I not be courting your sister?

No. And I can think of dozens of reasons
why, starting with she is my sister.

and ending with, she is already engaged
to be married, and then perhaps circling

back to, she is my sister.

I was unaware of an engagement.

The band's been read, then? I assure you
that all formal preparations are

underway. I have arranged everything
with Nigel Burbrook, having given him my

word. Ah, so you have struck something
squarely. Your problem is that Burbrook

is a wholly unworthy suitor to Miss
Bridgerton.

He is perfectly decent.

He is never seen going in and out of
brothels, at least.

I even know where he's been these past
few years. Right here in London. As

opposed to some gambling hell or
backwater slum. Or wherever it was you

the fuck about for God knows whatever
reason.

Nigel Burbrook is hardly a saint. You
are and have long been a good friend.

best, really. But this is my sister.

Think of all that we have shared as
friends.

It is furthest from my intentions to
offend you.

but surely you can understand that
family must come before all else.

Why is he not saying anything?

He's four years old. He should be able
to speak.

He is quite advanced in his letters,
more so than any child I have taught.

He would have to be bloody Shakespeare
with his letters if he cannot speak.

Let us hear it, boy.

Give me a word, a grunt.

Talk to me, Daniel.

You are scaring me. And if that's what
it should take, I shall get a sound from

him still. No.

What did you say?

Do not hear.

What is he doing?

He's an imbecile. Your Grace.

He is an idiot.

precarious of a situation we are in,
boy.

We have been granted this line. The
monarchy itself has declared it.

But it will only remain ours so long as
we remain extraordinary.

Hastings' name cannot land in the
quivering hands of a half -wit.

Get him out of my sight. This boy is
dead to me.

I've found you a few sweets.

I thought you might enjoy them while
everyone else attends tonight's ball.

You can come in.

I'm sure there's plenty to spare.

I hear they have decided not to send you
home to your papa.

Don't say. I'm relieved.

I can only imagine how he will react to
you.

Your condition?

Marina, may I ask, how did it happen?

Cake.

Cake.

Our vicar in Somerset was given to hours
-long sermons.

Three, four, sometimes five hours. They
laughed.

I would nearly swoon from hunger and
fatigue.

Until one Sunday...

Just when I thought I'd have to crawl
under the pew from exhaustion, the

crane boy, George.

Sir George Crane sneaked me a wrapped
bundle of cake and biscuits.

The vicar would have had his head if he
knew.

After some time, the bundles came to
include small notes.

We passed tiny messes back and forth for
months.

I've never longed for church quite so
much.

Where is Sir George now?

He's fine.

He went off to fight with Wellington.

But he continues to write.

See?

So... Your condition, then, it was
brought about by...

Love.

It was love, Penelope.

Your Majesty, the royal physician has a
report on the king.

How is it possible that there has not
been a single compelling betrothal yet

this season?

Terribly unexciting.

I could tell you a delicious tidbit
about our former scullery maid.

I don't care about a dish wench. I wish
to be entertained, enthralled.

Should the royal physician seek to tell
me my husband is dead, Brimsley? I do

not believe so, Your Majesty.

Then tell him I am occupied, and bring
me my stationery at once.

the rubies or the pearls, miss? Oh, the
pearls, of course.

Mama, perhaps the rubies would better
catch the eye of even more new suitors.

If I'm not to put all my eggs in one
basket, I must collect more eggs.

The Duke truly has put your head in a
spin.

I'm more like Lord Berber at once. Been
far away.

Who's loving her? Is it, Mrs. Wilson?
The Queen, ma 'am.

Has she fallen ill? Has King George
caused her harm? Her Majesty's royal

stationery. She has written to you, my
lady.

What's the scene, Mama?

I am invited to a private tea with the
Queen in

two days' time.

Never mind the pearls.

We shall wear the family diamonds
tonight.

Would it pain you to wear some colour,
Your Grace?

The London season is already terribly
monotonous as it is. Must your wardrobe

the same?

I was told you'd look at all the rage.
Certainly not mine.

Take my arm.

Before you make us late.

So, you are not dead after all. My lady,
we were not expecting your visit. Not

once seen in London.

No news of your education, not a word
about you from your father, yet here you

are, alive and breathing.

Stand up, boy, so I may look at you.

Your mother would weep to know her
dearest friend was a stranger to her

You look just like her.

And a good thing, too.

Lady Danbury, my lord.

I see you've not learnt any manners.

Have you learnt to read?

To write?

To ride a horse?

To fence?

Well, then, why ever are you not in
school?

I can not eat.

When I was a girl, some centuries ago, I
was afraid even of my own reflection.

I entered a room and attempted to
dissolve into the shadows.

But there is only so long one in a
position such as ours can hide.

I knew I would have to step into the
light someday, and I could not very well

frightened. So, instead, I made myself
frightening.

I sharpened my wit, my wardrobe, and my
eye, and I made myself the most

terrifying creature in any room I
entered.

Come.

You can speak.

I understood you well enough.

And I will help you to overcome this
hammer of yours.

But in exchange, you must promise me
that when you step into

the light, you will be worthy of the
attention you command.

The dance, Miss Bridgerton. I shall need
someone else to seek me a glass of

ratafia, then.

Lord Bridgerton, do me the honour.

Of course, my dearest.

Six balls no more. I must have you at
eight.

Along with a picnic. A picnic?

I'm afraid we are required to fan the
flames of our charade.

Ah, the Lord Burbrook, I presume. I
heard.

I must make him believe that you are
very prescient with the proposal that he

will leave me alone.

I should hope I don't lose my balance
then.

I should hope not either.

He will be glued to my side all evening.

And we must look like we are enjoying
ourselves, as difficult as that may be.

Yeah, quite.

Go dance with your sister.

Why? Because I asked you to.

Perhaps I was unclear this morning. Was
it your wish for me to insult your

sister, Bridgerton?

On the contrary. You wished your sister
to marry a loathsome toad. Lord

Bridgerton, forgive the intrusion, but,
if need be, I will happily restate my

intentions with respect to your sister.
She's a prize I have long coveted. Her

beauty, for her grace. For her powerful
right hook.

I must know whether I can count on you
to handle this misunderstanding, my

for I certainly wish to avoid any kind
of embarrassment.

Rather late for that.

Are you too friendly with the duke, or
simply too intimidated by his rank of...

Easy, Burbrook.

I assured you I will resolve the matter,
a matter which I shall remind the duke

is none of his concern. Perhaps you are
not the authority on what matters

concern me, nor on the matter of Lord
Burbrook's character.

I shall do my best, my lord, Mr.
Bridgerton.

And perhaps even she might learn to
return my affection.

Over time. Oh, do come off it, Burbrook.
I presume he failed to mention how he

got that purple eye.

He was careless with the cabinet door.
He was careless with his honor.

He attempted something last night I
shall dignify with words when your

plants a facer.

Deservedly so.

My lord, you must know. Daphne would
have surely told me if this were true.

You will never speak to my sister again,
Burbrook.

Well, we are to be married. We would be
buried if you so much as look in her

direction.

Be grateful you will not take a punch
from yet another, Bridgerton.

What has happened?

Brother. You need not worry about
Burbrook.

Sister, it is done.

Everything will be well, though, I
assure you. You assure me?

Despite what you and my brother may
think, I'm quite capable of speaking for

myself. You had no right. I was trying
to help.

Well, you did not.

All you did was underestimate Nigel's
entitlement.

Not to mention people watching.

You cannot assure me of anything.

A crush of an evening.

Your Grace, do you not agree?

The young lady is as rare a treasure as
there is.

Do try not to bumble it up.

Thank you.

I think I shall take the air tonight.

Your Grace?

Only me, Your Grace.

You follow me, Barbrook.

I thought this matter settled.

It was settled, until you had to go and
spoil it. I implore you to speak again

with the Viscount. Last night was a
mistake, I admit, a temporary lack of

judgment. You understand that, do you
not? There is not and never will be any

kind of understanding between the two of
us.

Go home, Barbrook. But you do not need
her.

You're a duke.

You already have the money and the
connections and the standing. I need

So why can you not just let me have this
one?

You think it really ought to be up to
Miss Bridgerton?

When I am buying a horse, I do not
negotiate with the horse. Would you

to follow me? Why then have you not
asked for her hand if you are so fond of

and she so smitten with you? Why have
you not already proposed?

Unless you have already had her.

Or if you have, you must tell me.

For if I had already known, she was
loose and damaged, not intact. I

Stop talking.

I shall not have you question the lady's
unimpeachable honour again.

Yes.

Yes, very well.

That is all I had hoped to hear. You do
not want to breathe the same air as her.

Now go home.

And you do.

I've heard the stories of your father,
Hastings.

I know how badly he wanted a son and
heir.

And I know how badly he tried to get one
when it seemed your poor mother could

not deliver. If anyone were to ever turn
a blind eye to a man's temporary lack

of judgment, it would be you. The apple
should not fall very far, should it?

May I present Lady Danbury and Lord
Bassett.

Well, this is a most unwelcome
intrusion. I thought your Grace might be

to know that your son is alive and well.
Your staff seem somewhat surprised by

the fact.

What is the point of your visit?

I am receiving high marks in all of my
studies, sir.

I ride and I fend and I shoot.

Exceptionally well, I am told.

I even... I...

You are my worst failure.

I beg your pardon. I am sure you do.

I shan't again.

Might I remind you that this boy is to
be the next Duke of Hastings and that he

requires whatever reserves of fatherly
nature reside in that frigid heart of

yours? You may, so long as I may remind
you of your place, which is out of my

sight and with your bitch mouth shut.

I wrote to you many times to let you
know I... I'm not...

not dead.

Did you receive my letters?

It is a deep enough wound to live with
the knowledge that you shall one day

inherit Hastings.

But to witness your struggle is too
great an insult.

You are as useless as your mother proved
to be.

So I shall pursue the same recourse with
you as I did with her.

To forget that you ever followed these
homes.

This author has often thought the heart
a most curious of instruments, heeding

neither reason nor rank. For what
possible explanation might Miss

have for entertaining the suit of a mere
baron when she seems to have secured a

duke? Could the debutante's mind not be
the only thing amiss?

The recipe is my only.

I'm quite certain the duke should find
it appealing.

It does not matter what the Duke thinks,
Rose.

He's gallant, is he not? With refined
taste. Stop!

Is the rouge not to your liking?

No.

It is perfect.

I should like some more.

Let it be known, dear reader, that if
this bizarre behaviour portends yet

another scandal, then be sure that I
shall uncover it. For there is nothing

an excursion into nature to lift the
spirits and loosen the tongue.

I hasten to make a recording of Bumbling
Barbara.

Quite a good match for her, I rather
think.

Mama, might I go play with Eloise? Maybe
it's not play, Penelope.

Give me, Mama.

Might I go promenade for suitors with
Eloise? Very well, then.

Well, what have you learned from your
maid, the one who was in the family way?

What happened? How did it happen? She
said it was love.

Love.

That does not stand to reason. Well, it
certainly does not.

Look at my Mama. Three children.

Would anyone presume that had anything
to do with love?

What else did she say? Was she not
frightened?

More sad than frightened.

But there may be a chance for her to
have a happy ending yet, I suppose.

She ought to escape to the country where
she and her love will marry.

She had even quite a reason to be
frightened.

Once she's married, her life is over.
She has to be an escape, Penelope.

She's a poor maid.

I was not aware, sister, of what
Burbrook attempted.

I would have helped you.

You should have told me.

Would you have believed me?

Did you only change your mind about Lord
Burbrook because another man told you

the truth? You truly esteem me so
little.

After I apprised you of my wishes and
you proceeded to ignore them.

Yes, brother, I do.

You are late.

Apologies. Should we rejoin your family
at their camp?

Certainly not.

We must promenade past a group of men
playing their games up ahead.

What ever happened to your hand?

Boxing. It's an absurdity that passes
for entertainment amongst men. My cuff.

Button it.

I beg your pardon.

You need not feel your evident worry.

Burbrook is... You've not heard what
Whistledown writes of me still.

No. Even if you believe Lord Burbrook is
taken care of, our ruse is not

finished. I'm still in need of a
husband.

Oh, I am flattered. I'm afraid I must
reject your proposal. Yes, I know.

You are not the marrying type.

Yet have you considered you are not the
type women wish to marry? I do suppose

if I were forced to take a wife, you
would be the least objectionable option.

that meant to be a compliment?

Yes. But it is no matter if you wish to
marry for love, do you not?

Of course they do.

They're still looking.

Bridgerton?

What have you done?

I bring cheerful news, Bridgertons.

I have taken matters in my own hands and
sought a special license for my wedding

to Miss Bridgerton. There is to be no
wedding. I have told you, the

is cancelled.

Lord Burbrook, you look in a great deal
of pain. Shall we continue this

conversation in a more private location?
I require no further conversation,

though perhaps I am finally speaking to
the true head of the Bridgerton house,

for if it were you, I imagine you would
have instructed your sister to take

better care than to encourage certain
attentions while alone with me on the

walk at Vauxhall.

Of course, mere hearsay of such a
scandal could wreak havoc on even the

influential of families. What would
someone like, say, Lady Whistledown do

such unseemly information? Is that a
threat? It is certainly not.

Because in three days, I am to marry.

I have the diamond of the season. I have
the very best that Tom has to offer. I

have a Bridgerton.

And I shall save her.

as well as your entire family from the
ruin which you could not protect them.

I look forward to the union of our great
families.

Bridgerton, Hastings.

I must issue my challenge to Lord
Burbrook straight away. I assure you

properly trained in the matter. I know
the rules to follow. No, you are not...

And you're with Lord Burbrook, Anthony.
Do you understand me?

I don't care what kind of training you
think you may have.

It is illegal not to mention positively
horrific... When gentlemen are left with

no other choice but mother, when a young
woman, let alone one's sister, is

rumoured to be dishonoured, the
consequences shall be deadly.

This is no solution.

Should Lord Burbrook decide to make good
on his threat before you shoot him

dead, brother, what happens then?

He may decide to open his...

Tiny mouth at any moment and then I
shall be ruined.

This will be all.

I must marry Nigel Burbrook.

It is the only choice.

Rose, can you leave us for a moment?

I have taught you to believe that
marriage is the best that life has to

And that remains true.

But it is...

Not simply a partner that marriage
provides. You will have comfort and a

to tend and, most importantly, children.

You will throw yourself into raising
your family and you will find much joy.

I am certain.

You and Papa...

That is what I wanted.

That is all I hope to one day find.

Eloise Bridgerton.

Go on, then.

Chastise me.

Spare one for me?

Suppose I desire something different.

How do you mean? Just different.

I watched Daphne prepare for these
balls, with all of those dresses and the

suitors, and I am exhausted.

Suppose I want a different life,
Benedict, that I truly believe I am

capable of something more, even when I
am not allowed to have anything else.

Then I would say... that you're not the
only one.

Still on that dance floor with Miss
Bridgerton?

How is she?

She has to marry.

Then you are free to do as you please.

Another.

What do you think?

Of the music?

I find it quite beautiful.

It's with Mozart.

I became acquainted with Mr. Mozart when
he was not ten years old. The boy

accompanied me as I sang an aria, and I
declared then and there that he should

become one of the finest composers in
Europe.

And certainly you were right?

I'm really wrong about such matters.

Do you know why?

Because when I choose to extend to
someone my favor, I expect them to make

on it.

Your Majesty, that's about... Brimsley!

Fresh snuff.

is a terrible gossip.

If we were to speak freely in his
presence before long, the whole of

would know our business.

I see.

I suppose you do see.

I expected a great future for your
daughter upon her entrance into society.

A future with someone like a duke,
perhaps.

A pairing like that, well, would
certainly be most enchanting

indeed.

As I was saying, the glow of success
benefited not only the young maestro.

Surely the entire Mozart family would
have felt the repercussions had their

stayed forever in Salzburg.

Would you not agree?

Yes, I would.

But what are we to do, ma 'am? We are to
invite Lady Burbuckle with the team,

Mrs. Wilson.

At once.

Nigel is my one and only child.

Very special boy, indeed. In fact, I
often say, God did not bless me with

another because perfection had already
been achieved.

My goodness.

Not every lady can be so blessed, I
know.

Miss Bridgerton, allow me to set my eyes
upon you.

Certainly healthy.

Even if your countenance is a bit drawn.

It was a terribly late evening.

All the excitement I suppose gets. You
must try harder, dear.

My Nigel is quite discerning. He already
turned away many more handsome

debutantes saying, Mother.

I prize accomplishment over beauty.

Can you believe it?

Oh, hi.

That mistress of yours is going through
the biscuits quick.

Do not worry, Rose.

I shall handle it.

Housekeepers.

They believe themselves the sun and the
moon, when in truth it is us ladies made

to do all the hard work.

I have one just like her.

You are quite fortunate, though. How
troublesome could a household be with

Lady Burbrook and the young Lord
Burbrook to look after?

Oh, you have no idea.

You ate but not one bite at tea, my
dear.

A young lady must be well fed if she is
to bear children.

Kippers on rye every morning work
wonders for me when I conceive my Nigel.

What have you found?

What is going on?

You could not think I would ask that
woman for tea without a thought for you,

could you?

The help here is everything, as we all
know.

She has heard a good deal, in fact.

Lord Burbrook has a boy by one of his
maids that he refused to provide for.

Sent the maiden child away to live off
scraps.

Horrible man.

Horrible enough for us to be rid of him,
let us pray.

He will only deny it.

And he will believe a group of women
over a man's word.

Perhaps no one.

But they will if Lady Whistledown does.

So we shall do what women do.

We shall talk.

And the only reason he married her is
because his past squandered the accounts

on some scheme in America.

Oh, mon Dieu.

Is it not the most lurid story of the
season?

Perhaps not the most lurid.

Well... Every baron has a bastard.

A bastard who sends away before the mist
even pops?

Don't say.

I'll tell Jenny and Mary.

It has come to this author's attention

that the ton is abuzz with a most sordid
tale.

It is said one cannot judge a book by
its cover, but in the case of the

Baron Burbrook, it seems his displeasing
appearance is quite an apt metaphor for

the state of affairs in his household.

I would not be surprised if Lord
Burbrook were called away to the country

alleged business, business which perhaps
might involve sending some much overdue

funds... To one former maid and young
boy who we can only hope takes after his

mother.

I've heard talk that Burbrick has left
town.

I'm given to think the solution to our
problem did not come about by chance.

I am resolved to handle matters
differently in the future.

Or perhaps not at all.

I know society has dictated your present
role in this family, Anthony, but with

Daphne officially out, I assure you I am
more than capable.

This is for Daphne.

Tulips.

They symbolize passion.

Must appropriate him for your sister
when she decides to marry the Duke.

Perhaps your bride would like the same.

Good night, my dear.

Surely your mistress does not plan on
confining me to this bedroom forever?

I should think one has only herself to
blame for her confinement.

Eloise?

Did you need something?

No.

Yes.

I am glad this business with Nigel
Burbrook is over for you.

Thank you.

Your story is about appalling
arrangements and hopeless endings and...

Well, it's all very frightening.

Eloise, you must have worried yourself.
You're not frightened, are you, sister?

Of marriage?

Of children?

I find children to be delightful.

Though you are not currently proving my
point.

Well, you've not forgotten what happened
to Mama.

Her screams that night.

You tried to hide it by singing to me,
but her voice rattled the window.

I hear them sometimes still in my dream.

She almost died.

A month after Papa.

Of course I've not forgotten.

Of course.

I'm frightened.

I dare say I would be a fool at this
point not to be terrified.

You remember correctly.

That Mama had a perilous night.

But at dawn the world had hyacinths.

And we are all the richer for it.

Yes, Eloise, there are perhaps darker
turns in his woods than we've been

to expect.

There is light to be found at their end.

And I know one day we both will find it.

You must be tired.

What?

A game of pretend that you feel you must
endlessly maintain.

You should not have lost your temper
with Lord Berval. You should know

about me, Miss Bridgerton.

I will not tolerate a bully.

And you should know something about me,
Lord Grace.

I will not have this go wrong.

You mean our room?

It's more than a room now.

It is more than a negotiation.

This is not just about finding the best
match to impress Lady Whistledown.

Or the Queen.

Or any member of the tongue.

This is about a life, Your Grace.

My life.

I must finally take charge of it.

I cannot afford to do otherwise.

So I shall not have this go wrong.

And if you are not in agreement, then
you should tell me now.

I shall agree.

On one condition.

You do not understand, Your Grace. That
you call me silent.

We are truly to seem to be caught.

We're different to be a match like no
other.

You should call me by my name.

Very well.

Simon.

Is there something funny about my name?

No, no.

No.

You're perfectly fine.

I'm perfectly fine? Not very well.

Daphne.

I wish to find a husband.

It's the time we have a family.

Children.

Then let's find you a husband.

May I have the treasure?

Of course.

The two of you certainly make a
captivating match, Your Grace.

Whatever is bothering you?

Nothing at all.

Thank you, Dad.

Closely.

For I've only returned to do it one
thing.

To make you a vow.

Any vow I'll ever make in my life.

I will never marry.

I will never sign air.

The Hastings line will die with me.

Am I worth clear enough for you, father?

Speak, you fucking monster.