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Dearest gentle reader, of all the sweet

nothings a man can whisper in a woman's
ear, this author believes the three most

common words in Mayfair may be, be my

mistress.

This author knows of at least one mister
whose wife is not the only woman in his

life. Certainly such auxiliary pairings
are expected.

But if word has reached this author's
ears, then a certain mister

should perhaps learn to be more
discreet.

Beings from opposing worlds are often
drawn to one another.

But... But...

But

though a moth may love a flame... A
letter for you got mixed in with the

family's mail this morning.

Thank you.

It will burn, should they meet.

Mrs. Wilson never overslept. Yes.

And it is very unlikely she would fail
to wake you in time for me to sneak

In fact, I think Mrs. Wilson would
sooner walk naked through Mayfair. My

By Allah.

It's merely that Hyacinth is hosting her
ball this week. Well, no, it is not a

ball. It is a rehearsal for her and her
peers to practice what they have learned

in their dance lessons. She thinks that
they get his ball.

I enjoy seeing how much you enjoy your
children's happiness.

And I think they would so much enjoy
seeing your happiness.

This Mr. and Mistress you write about,
it is Mr.

Hiscox, is it not? Well, please don't
ask me that.

No, I thought it was a finely written
issue. Well, surely you can tell me.

Because I know it is Mr.

Hiscox. Half the ton knows.

And I thought the whole point of
Whistledown is that she always names

She is rather tired of everyone in the
ton expecting her to write whatever they

please. I cannot tell you the number of
people who told me that gossip. So many

people that I decided to write about it.
If only to warn Mr Hiscock to be more

cautious. To ruin the reputation of his
entire family.

So it is Mr Hiscock's. Oh.

I felt safe in London, knowing that
Penwood House is on the outskirts of

But to know that Araminta could be
living anywhere now.

I'm afraid that I do not know to where
she's moved.

She and the girls left in such a hurry,
and the new Lady Penwood only left to

set the new housekeeper with her, praise
be.

Well, whoever the new Lady Penwood is,
let us hope for your sake she is less...

Less of a she -devil.

Alfie! Oh, that felt good to say.

Now we shall have to see about the new
Lady Penwood next week, after

are complete.

She's yet to show her face.

And your new employers?

You have not said who they are.

A very pleasant family.

Whose name is?

The Bridgers.

What? Who?

The Bridgers.

So fair.

I knew I recognised those colours.

The Bridgers in uniform really suits
you.

How did this happen?

Well, it just... I found

employment at Kavanagh House in the
countryside.

Philip Cavender turned out to be a
knave. I threw a glass of water in his

and then Benedict Bridgerton appeared,
and there was a stretch of Cavender's

face. We fled together, got caught in a
downpour, took refuge at his cottage,

which is not a cottage at all, may I
add. I nursed him back to health. He

me to kiss him while he was asleep, and
then I somehow kissed him while we were

both awake.

He well and I kidnapped me and brought
me to London, forced me into a job at

mother's house. We avoided each other
until it all became too much to bear,

now he has asked me to be his... Good
God, he's what?

So? What did you say?

We cannot be together, Alfie. It's a
terrible thing to have been asked.

Is it?

You would be given lodging, an
allowance, the freedom to come and go as

please. No real duties besides the duty
of keeping Mr Bridgerton happy. And am I

wrong to imagine that would please you
as well?

It would certainly please me.

What is so terrible about it?

Nearly every high society gentleman had
a mistress or so. I know that.

Better than anyone, surely.

What do you mean to do?

That is why I sent for you to meet me.

To inquire if you know of a position
elsewhere.

Now that the maid wars have subsided, I
hear London has been flooded with more

hands than there are positions.

There is an opening under the new Lady
Penwood.

It would be excellent to have you home.

But I thought the old Lady Penwood
spread the word that you were not to be

hired. A letter of introduction from
Violet Bridgerton means far more in this

town than gossip from Araminta Gunn.
Lady Bridgerton had written your letter

introduction.

She will.

I'm certain she will.

Hopefully before I have to see Mr
Bridgerton again.

How is Mrs. Modridge?

She is at the palace, being fitted for
her lady -in -waiting position.

She's at the palace?

Palace. At the palace.

Very well.

What is it?

There is a woman. Of course there is.

Is it the woman from the masquerade?

No. She does not exist, remember?

I found a new woman, my foolishness.

And... I believe that I have upset her.

Except it was all I could do.

Who is she?

And what you did was... She is not a
person of any rank, and I asked her to

with me.

You mean... as your mistress?

I cannot ask her to marry me.

Making her your mistress is the only way
tolerated by society.

But no matter her rank, no woman, no
man, no person truly desires to

be hidden.

Did you at least make it clear that you
wish in some fantastical world that the

two of you could be together
legitimately?

No.

But we are not in a fantastical world.

So would not that have been dishonest?
It is not about honesty. It is about

gesture.

How can a woman trust you to navigate a
complicated life with her when she

cannot trust you even to navigate her
feelings?

It's quite tight.

You look magnificent.

Stand taller.

Who is this?

This is your new lady -in -waiting, Your
Majesty, Mrs Alice Mondridge.

You may remember it was she who offered
a suggestion as to Mr Bridgerton's

unknown lady.

You may take your place.

And was her suggestion well -founded?

Your Majesty, I... I have not heard.

Surely you will find out for me, Lady
Danbury.

You and I have such crowded diaries of
engagements, Your Majesty. I assure you,

Mrs. Mondridge will deal with this.

Good evening.

Or should I say, good morning?

Nearly. My deepest apologies.

Did we keep you up?

I have not wanted to break up the
festivities, but it is four in the

We are planned to have breakfast at 9
.30.

Is there a reason we are breaking up
fast at 9 .30?

Perhaps we could push it a little later.

I fear that would be most unkind to our
cook, who will already be up at six.

Considering we have probably kept the
entire house awake, apologies, truly, we

did not notice the time, perhaps we
could give everyone the morning off and

some fruit and bread ourselves.

We used to plunder the kitchen all the
time when we were children.

It was great fun. I do not wish to do
that.

Let us keep.

to our usual time.

And we will come to bed now.

Thank you.

I do not want Eloise to be present
during any of my lessons after my

as she is not in the least interested in
my future. That is not...

Exactly true.

I simply... You do realise, Eloise, that
if you are no longer sitting in on

finishing lessons, then you must return
to the marriage mad. That was our

arrangement. What?

No, you cannot do that. Well, I believe
I just did. Mrs Wilson, Sophie, shall we

make a survey of the Grand Hall for the
recital?

Hyacinth, let us convene.

Hyacinth, surely we can... Hyacinth, I
will be there shortly.

Lady Bridgerton, may I steal a moment of
your time? Of course.

Sit, please.

Miss Hyacinth's driving you mad with
this recital planning.

She acts as if she were making her
debut.

No, my lady, I am enjoying her
enthusiasm.

Ma 'am, I know I have not been here for
long, and I am so grateful to you for

your many kindnesses, but I am also
aware that this position was created for

and I should not like to tax your
generosity any longer. Sophie, there is

tax. I have been made aware of a
suitable position elsewhere.

And I wondered if you might be so kind
as to write me a letter of introduction.

Has something occurred to make you wish
to leave?

No, ma 'am.

My desire to leave has nothing to do
with anyone in this house.

I simply have an opportunity to work
again in the house I grew up in, and I

should like to return to that familiar
place.

And what house is that again?

You mentioned you grew up in Aylesbury,
yes?

Yes, Mom.

I have not been to Aylesbury.

It's famous for its owls, no?

Yes, though I do not much like owls.
They are quite frightening.

I would be happy to write you a letter
if that is what you wish.

But do you mind if you wait until after
Hyson's recital? Of course, Mom.

Thank you, Lady Bridget, and I am most
grateful.

Do you ever get the sense that Sophie is
hiding something?

Do you think she's taking advantage from
her? No, the opposite.

I wonder if her history is less lowly
than she admits with her education, her

manner of speaking.

Sometimes governesses turn out to be the
runaway daughters of nobility, do they

not? Governesses, yes, but I've never
met a maid of noble origins.

Shall I make inquiries?

Oh, please.

She mentioned that she was from
Aylesbury, but when I mentioned the

she was unbothered.

Aylesbury is famous for its ducks.
Exactly.

Oh, Mrs Wilson, would you mind extending
an invitation to Lord Anderson for the

recital?

I think it is time we come around.

Of course, ma 'am.

In my nearly four decades as butler, not
once has the family moved in before the

decoration was complete. It is unusual,
or most unusual.

But you see, Lady Penwood, when her
husband died, his cousin inherited the

title.

The new Lord Penwood prefers the
contrary, so he let our ladyship stay at

Penwood House in London all these years.

Until the new Lord Penwood took a wife,
and so he wrote to tell our ladyship and

her girls to vacate to a rented house.

Immediately.

I do like it here.

I much prefer our old home.

Yes, well, at least we are next door to
the Bridgerton.

Who do still have one very unmarried
son?

Two unmarried sons.

A, B, C, D, E, F.

Gregory, I believe is his name. Who
perhaps will be eligible by the time you

ready to marry.

Progress between you and Mr. Bridgerton?

Mrs. Varley?

Yes, my lady.

We had searched through all the crates
for my missing shoe clip.

Ma 'am, we have. We could not locate an
additional pair.

I had 37 pairs of shoe clips before the
move. I now only have 36.

I counted the last time my shoes were
all cleaned.

Perhaps you double -counted a pair,
then.

Shoe clips do all look so alike.

These were diamond French clips. I do
not have another pair like them.

If you wish, I drove a hard bargain for
some clips from my previous lady show. I

have an idea about where they went.

I believe they were stolen.

By one of the household servants.

Sophie Beck.

I cannot go back on the marriage mart.

But I cannot avoid it if she will not
speak to me, and it seems she will not

speak to me if it is about anything
other than the marriage mart.

Perhaps we should introduce Hyacinth to
John's cousin.

I don't want to tire her out.

Darling is certainly tiring me out.

Is that

Benedict?

Ah, yes.

He sent for me. But now I have run into
you, so he will have to make do with the

two of us.

Eloise, Francesca and Sophie.

Good day.

Shall we walk?

In fact, I wish to speak with Eloise.

I've been thinking how we might get you
back into her since Good Grace.

Have you?

I believe the answer is a feather.

A feather?

You know how she was always trying to
steal both of your presentation

I thought we could send you into the
shop to purchase her one of her own to

for her assignment.

Was that truly your idea?

No.

I had to hatch out Mrs Wilson, but it is
a good one, is it not?

You two go on ahead. I will keep Sophie
company.

But I do not... Surely your heart will
guide you to select the correct one.

And if not, Francesca has exquisite
taste.

You knew I would not speak to you at the
house.

You made Miss Bridgerton your pawn in
order to see me.

Forgive me.

I had to see you. You did not answer my
letter. Because I do not wish to see

you. You did not answer my letter, and I
understand why.

When we were in the stairwell, I was so
taken by the moment. Yes, I understand.

We were both carried away.

Is that all it was to you?

Why have you brought me here? What do
you want?

I had hoped for an answer.

To whether or not I will be your
mistress.

You truly do not know me at all.

Briefly did you know that being your
mistress is the last thing I would ever

want? My answer is no.

Miss Bridgerton.

I simply picked the first one I saw. I
think it is an excellent choice.

for you to enter this way, miss.

My ladyship cannot meet with you. If she
refuses to come down, I will scream.

She has written about me and disrupted
my life. I now have a right to disrupt

hers. Ray.

Mrs. Bridgerton, I tried to send her
away, but she was making a scene, so I

to bring her in. Very well.

Just to make sure no one saw.

You are Lady Whistledown.

I am.

What you have written about me. I did
not name names. It does not matter.

Everyone knows I'm the mistress to whom
you referred.

The moth drawn to the flame. I only
wrote what I wrote because word had

spread.

I hope to warn you on Mr Hiscox. And
what about me? Did you not think of me?

Everyone may have been speculating, but
Whistledown made it real.

Real for the ton.

Real for his family.

And now my plan to save small sums so
that I could be independent the day he

inevitably dropped me for someone
prettier and younger.

It is all gone.

It is a terrible position that he has
left you in.

But I am not sure there is anything I
can do.

Help me.

Please. Write again.

Say it is untrue.

Say the ton has confused me for someone
else. Please. Virginia, I... It would

not change anything.

My readers would not believe me. You
were seen together far too much.

We were careless.

As it is because we love one another.

Love.

But it is your quill that has ruined me.

It is unsurprising you are not feeling
your best.

Miss Stirling has kept you up nearly
every night.

We will hardly sleep tonight in
preparation for her soiree tomorrow.

It is not the lack of sleep.

It is Parliament.

You know, I enjoy Michaela immensely.

She has always brought out a certain
lightness in me.

A lightness which I could use at the
moment.

Because of Parliament?

Because of Parliament.

The Seditious Meetings Act, the Clergy
Residents Act, and on.

And you are certain it is not because
you are disappointed that we remain

childless?

I assure you, it is Parliament.

It is only that we were getting along so
well before she became our guest.

Now it seems we hardly have any time
together.

I understand.

I do miss our routine.

But I also hate to leave Michaela
unattended.

Michaela will be well.

Perhaps we could introduce her to some
gentlemen tomorrow night.

Then she might make her own routine.
Please, let us not.

I believe she's quite insistent on
marching in dispensary.

That is all.

I realise I must prove myself to the
Queen, but I do not love the idea of

on the Bridgertons.

I do not wish to betray their
confidence.

What?

Mr Bridgerton can use all the help he
can get.

Trust me, he's a little confused at the
moment.

Lady Bridgerton's interests align with
those of Her Majesty.

If you are a true friend to the
Bridgertons, you will realise that all

intrigue is in their best interest.
Could you not talk to Lady Bridgerton

me? No, my dear. The point is for me to
step back.

Nicky did have an invitation to Miss
Hytham's recital.

He has not had a single dance lesson.

Well, we all have to start somewhere.

Here's

Scott.

Here you are.

Oh, Bridgerton.

Two more.

Oh.

Would you like one as well? I shall help
you with yours.

What has happened?

You do not look well.

You are not a reading man.

If you were, you would know of my plight
and my stupidity.

You speak of Miss Virginia?

I was forced to end things.

To protect her, in truth, but she does
not understand.

What will you do?

What can I do?

As I see it, I have two options.

There is giving up.

And there is giving in.

Returning to the demimonde.

To a midday drunk.

To chasing sorrows in the bottom of the
bottle. Would you like to join me in

one?

Not just yet.

What are you doing in here?

I was... I was... I was cleaning.

And you?

I was around the corner and I could not
stand the thought of passing by without

seeing you.

Who is this woman to you?

She is...

Someone I met one night at a ball some
months ago.

Do you have feelings for her?

I did.

Until I met you.

Is she someone you would have married?

It does not matter.

It is you that I want now.

Why do you find it suitable to kiss me?

Because you are irresistible.

But why is it suitable?

Why was it suitable to kiss me by the
lake or in the stairwell?

Would he have found it suitable to kiss
the lady that you met at that ball?

Or would he have been a gentleman and
refused to ruin her?

Would he have asked her to be your
mistress?

Do you truly understand what you're
asking me with that question?

You are asking me to relinquish my
virtue, my dignity, my self -respect, or

be reduced to a glorified courtesan who
will never be able to marry.

I may not be as high as a lady, but I
refuse to be that low.

As a maid, I am respectable.

I am necessary, and now here you stand
attempting to rob me of that too, and

what?

Tell me, please, for what? I apologize.

Forgive me. I will go.

I do not believe I've heard the name
Sophie Beck.

I knew her Mrs. Brock once.

Ah.

Thought I might come across you a lot.

Oh, Mrs. Farley.

What a pleasure to see you. You have
been missed.

Yes. Well, my new employer used to live
on the other side of town, but we have

just moved into the square.

Oh, that's right. You're no longer at
Featherington House.

You must feel like you're on holiday
with your new employer, compared to Lady

Featherington.

What are you implying, Rebecca?

Well, she may not have been perfect, but
neither is Lady Penwood.

Penwood? I heard she runs through staff
faster than tea leaves. She has had me

dismiss more servants over the last few
months than I have had in the rest of my

career. Perhaps one of them is your Mrs
Brock.

Beck. Sophie Beck.

Have you heard anything about her?

We have recently hired her at Bridgerton
House.

I'm not certain.

There's been some trouble with her.

Heavens no. She is one of the finest
maids I've ever hired.

Diligent to a fault.

Oh. I'm afraid I cannot tell you
anything.

Sophie Beck.

I cannot say I know her, but I did used
to work with another Miss Beck many

years ago.

Very good.

Oh, Benedict.

Oh.

The boys and I were just partaking in
our monthly dining club when Gregory

happened to stop by.

Our wives are gathered at Dankworth
House so that we might enjoy our

cheeses. Would you like a slice of
taleggio?

No, thank you.

I woke up thinking today is a very good
day for day drinking and came to see if

you'd come with me. But I do not wish to
interrupt.

Oh, stay.

We can have Barnes bring you a brandy if
you wish.

Gentlemen.

We were just giving Gregory some advice
on the matters of the heart. Ah.

Before he attends Hyacinth's recital, he
hears a few charming young ladies will

be in attendance.

We do not often encounter the fairest
sex, Peter.

Why have you not asked me?

Clearly I am the more seasoned brother.

Yes, but you are not married, so you
clearly have not been the most

When I met my Philippa, I knew
immediately she was the one.

I courted Mrs. Dankworth an entire
summer.

Sometimes affection does take time to
grow.

That's the thing. Once I meet someone,
how do I know if she's interested? You

cannot.

Not truly.

But you must be brave.

Do what our eldest brother told me to do
with Penelope.

You tell her your own feelings.

I know there's nothing more terrifying,
but once you've met that young lady who

was meant for you, who challenges you...

sees you as you are, you cannot let any
amount of fear stop you from letting

your heart speak.

One ends up on an island.

It is a delightful party, Lady
Kilmartin.

Kind of you introduce your cousin to
society.

Yes, well, I am missing my baby sister's
recital tonight, but we are obliged to

act as host.

She is quite a woman of passion, do you
not think?

Yes, absolutely.

I cannot wait for tonight.

Daphne told me that if a young man takes
a fancy to you, he will offer to obtain

a lemonade for you.

We must make sure to have enough.

Lemonade have to do it. No one told me
about lemonade. There will be plenty, I

assure you.

I shall check that everything is in
order. Oh, before you go... I should

like to tell you both that I have a
friend attending tonight, and he is

Lord Anderson.

Lady Danbury's brother? Yes, yes.

Lady Danbury cannot attend tonight, but
he will, because he is my friend.

I have a friend.

I must ensure the footman will come by
with lemonade regularly.

What is this about lemonade?

Oh, Hyacinth, I brought you something
for tonight. You do love feathers.

Thank you.

But Sophie has already arranged my hair
for my liking, and I do not wish to look

like the silly girl you think I am.

We can begin your return to the marriage
mart tonight.

I believe there are several older
brothers here as chaperones.

Lady Bridgerton. Yes.

I have information about Sophie.

How? The housekeeper at Lady Luton's
house once worked with another Miss

Sophie's mother, surely.

Who is from London and not Aylesbury.

Sophie has a mother's name, which likely
means that... She is illegitimate, I

would imagine.

I find I am disappointed.

I had hoped perhaps she was of
legitimate nobility so that she may be

Suitable? For what?

Oh, I do not know.

It was foolish. Thank you, Mrs Wilson.

Mrs. Varley. My lady.

It is tea time.

Yes, ma 'am.

And here is the tea.

We should like to take evening tea in
the small parlour. We have been waiting

there nearly an hour.

My apologies.

Ma 'am, under my last ladyship... Mrs.
Varley, I am not Lady Featherington. And

frankly, I am tired of hearing about
her. We misunderstand one another so

frequently.

Perhaps this arrangement has run its
course.

Ma 'am, if you could just give me
another chance.

To do what? Take advantage of my good
nature again?

To leave me without help while you spend
nearly an hour at the market as you did

this morning?

I was trying to gather information on
the maid who wronged you this morning.

Sophie Beck.

I believe she's working at Bridgerton
House.

She is divine.

And so you must be brave.

We will begin with the long ways.

Now the young men may approach.

Matthiasen.

Pleasure seeing you again, Lord Kent.

Take your places.

Posture.

And now, your river run.

Good evening, Matthiasen.

Good evening.

Miss Rochelle, is it?

May I inquire about your interest?

Well, and now we bow and curtsy and take
a small break for a refreshment.

So, how did it go? Did you have a good
conversation?

I think I may be in love.

Yeah.

I enjoyed our dance very much.

Although I must say, I'm rather thirsty
after such activity.

As am I.

I shall fetch some lemonade.

I said to do your footwork for the long
way. It was

impeccable. Oh,

Miss Bridgerton.

I've not seen your society for some
time. Are you making a return?

You are here.

I am.

You are.

Here, with my family, and the world has
not fallen apart.

The time is right.

Lady Bridget, I was wondering how things
went with Benedict and Miss Hollis.

Oh, by your neighbour.

We had her and her mother over for tea.

She's most amiable.

Sadly, she is not Benedict's young lady.

That is unfortunate.

Indeed. In fact, I do not think he is
even looking for his young lady anymore.

Is that because there is someone else?
No.

No.

Rufy.

Mr. Bridgerton.

Do you need something?

No.

I found it.

We will begin the next dance, which our
girls will dance with their chaperones.

Are you ready, brother?

Are you ready for our dance?

There's always a comfort to have you in
the room.

Thank you, Lady Danbury.

You're most welcome.

I had hoped to be at Hyacinth Recital,
but when the Queen called... Yes, I had

hoped to be there as well, but Her
Majesty did insist on my bringing you

Thank you.

Your Majesty, as you requested, Mrs.

Bridgerton.

Mrs. Bridgerton, I called you here
because I did not like your column this

Why are you no longer naming names?

Your Majesty, I've... And there has not
been any news of Mr Bridgerton of late.

How are we to settle our bet if you do
not write of him?

I've had to employ Lady Danbury to do
your job.

You may answer.

Your Majesty, for so long Whistledown
has brought me joy.

And like you, I will always believe in
the power of gossip.

But since I have become known publicly,
there's been a change.

The power I hold over the ton, it is too
great.

There is an imbalance.

I'm no longer a wallflower, an outsider.

I am a Bridgerton.

I'm privileged to visit the Queen.

Whistledown takes up a space which makes
it impossible to deliver good, true,

fair gossip.

And I have considered, well, I was
wondering if you might consider, knowing

you are a patron not only of Whistledown
but also of the arts, if you might

consider letting me rest my column and
pursue other writing.

No. No, no, no.

Why does everyone keep asking me these
questions?

I should like to retire.

Brimsley.

Francesca, I cannot thank you enough for
tonight.

We are most happy to be your host.

I noticed you did not have much of a
chance to speak to Lord Taylor.

Miss Sterling.

I believe we spoke, in fact.

It was a pleasure hearing about your
barley holdings.

I do love barley.

May I join your conversation?

Certainly. We may bore you, though.

My cousin and I cannot stop reminiscing
about our childhood.

Yes, Lady Kilmartin talked a good deal
about how much of a family woman you

And I am a family man myself.

Lady Kilmartin believes we have much in
common.

If you will excuse me, my lord.

I could use a moment to freshen up.

I asked you, kindly, not to force
suitors onto Michaela.

He expressed interest.

I thought perhaps she might be
flattered. That is not the point,

I will find her.

I will patch this up.

What are you doing in here?

And on the floor? You've all ruined your
dress. Will you please give me a

moment?

You are upset with me.

Why?

Do you not remember ambushing me just
now with an unwanted suitor?

I apologise.

I assumed John was overstating the case
when he suggested I should not introduce

you to suitors. My cousin asked you not
to interfere and you did so anyway.

Lord Taylor is a respectable gentleman.

I was simply trying to help you find a
companion.

Francesca, you do not know me.

So please, draw back.

And how am I meant to know someone who
is determined to be unknowable?

The entire time we were in Scotland, you
could hardly contain your chaos long

enough to stay in one place for longer
than five minutes.

And now you turn up here, to our home,
uninvited.

How do you suggest I respond when you
show me, my husband, so little respect?

assure you, John does not feel this
respect.

He appreciates my chaos. You could do
with some yourself.

Then why has he been unwell since your
return?

Perhaps your insistence on idleness has
to blame.

You are causing him distress.

No, I am causing you distress. Of course
you are.

You cannot understand what it is like
being newly married, desperately wanting

to be a good wife, all the while feeling
constantly inadequate, like there is

something wrong with me. Must you add to
that?

You have had your housekeeper organise
your jigsaw collection numerically.

What could possibly be wrong with you?

He loves you, Francesca.

In John's eyes, you need never worry
about being inadequate.

I never intended to cause either of you
distress.

I'm only here because I miss my cousin.

I worry for him when I'm away.

We have been through so much together.

But I see now I do not have to worry.

He is you.

He cannot be more secure.

It is only... There are very few people
I feel secure with, and John is one of

them.

I have never seen him laugh the way he
does when he is with you.

Which is why, if I am honest, I'm a
little envious of your chaos.

Perhaps I can be open to it.

As long as you do not expect me to stay
up past ten o 'clock.

I may be chaotic, but I'm not struck
with madness.

Were you a little drunk?

I knew you were more forthcoming than
usual.

You are not the only one who can be
spirited.

Well, I could use more spirited friends.

Friends then?

Earlier this week, this author wrote at
length about beings from opposing

worlds.

The draw of two differing desires can be
torture at best.

This author wonders if perhaps the
desire is not the problem,

but the world itself.

Well, my impersonation of Lady Danbury
has been another failure.

Perhaps we should leave for home?

Hmm.

Where has Nicky gone?

Run off with Gregory, surely?

I'll try to find him.

Are you?

I'm sorry I'm not an Eton boy.

Don't ask Eton boys, they're not all
that astonishing.

But surely that will change.

And I do not wish to miss the moment in
front of me.

And let us make it a decent moment.

You've ruined it, you've ruined it.

Back on track.

We're back.

We finally know who the new neighbour
is.

She left a calling card before the
recital began.

Oh? What is their name?

Araminta Gunn.

The Dowager Lady Penwood.

Araminta Gunn is our next -door
neighbour. She was here.

I'm suddenly feeling poorly.

Oh, no.

Will you tell Mrs Wilson I'm going to
lie down for a little while?

We will take a brief interlude before we
begin with the boulangerie.

Benedict, leave that be.

I've simply forgotten something in my
room. Whatever is going on between the

of you, it is not appropriate. Mother,
before you chastise me, might I inquire

what you were doing with Lord Anderson?

You are bedding a man who is not your
husband with your children sleeping down

the hallway.

That is none of my business, but nor is
mine yours.

Sophie, tell me what is wrong.

It would be easier to inform you of what
is right.

Well, that is not an answer. Then I'm
afraid I shall not give you one. Now,

please, leave me alone.

No, I'm not going anywhere. Not this
time.

I'm here for you. But I do not... Ask
you to be... Do you not understand that?

To touch me or to kiss me.

I did not ask you to show me a world
that could never be mine or to let me

believe it could be.

Each time you show me, it hurts me.

You hurt me.

Please, let us stop this. I cannot be
subjected to more. Sophie, please. I

leave first and no other servant see me.
I do not care who sees.

All I care about... Of course you do not
care who sees, but when do you stop to

think about me?

Every moment of every day.

There is not a single moment you do not
fill my mind.

I've heard every qualm you've raised
about being with me, and I wish there

some other way for us to be together.

But the thought of spending a single day
without you torments my soul.

You deserve the very world, but how else
am I to be with a woman society has

made it impossible for me to be with?
The woman I was foolish enough to fall

love with.

I love you, Sophie.

You cannot.

No, I cannot.

I cannot love a maid. I cannot be with a
maid. I cannot think of a maid every

waking hour, longing for a life with
her. And yet, you have

taken possession of me.

Shot me back to life.

Turn me from someone who cannot sit
still for a moment to one who wishes to

in one single place.

Beside you.

For as long as I might live.

But you will have to take a wife.

Society, your mother, it will be
expected eventually.

I'm the second son. I'm not even needed
as a spare anymore.

There is already an heir.

I would not marry. I could not look
twice at anyone else.

If only you would love me back.

You will change your mind. Your
attention will be drawn elsewhere.

You are not that kite in my study.

You're the person I've been searching
for all my life.

I love you.

I love you.

I want you.

I wanted you.

I heard it can hurt.

Hmm.

Huh?