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Dearest gentle reader, it is often said
that those who marry in haste must

repent at leisure. A sentiment that is
clearly shared by Miss Daphne

who has apparently rejected not one, not
two, but three proposals already this

week. Some believe she is showing
admirable forethought in her

but I would venture a different
conjecture.

that she, like this author, is still
waiting on the only tutor of note.

Here we are.

Our plan has worked thus far, but we
must continue our ruse until I've found

match. In the grand battle of the
season, I am your trusted general,

the troops.

Wellington could only hope for a soldier
so brave.

And handsome.

It was not to get that.

Some prince is coming to London.

Then I shall wear my most brilliant
dress of all.

Something must hold his interest, as it
would certainly not be your competition.

And how long does it take for a letter
to arrive from Spain?

Sir George is at the front line.

It must be terribly difficult to get
letters in and out. You must be patient.

If your love is as great as your
previous letter's date, surely he will

back to you soon.

Or perhaps even better, he's already
making his way back to you here to come

take you home.

Penelope Featherington, what did I tell
you about cavorting with the expectant?

Marina's been in here for ages, Mama.
Out.

Out.

You cannot hide me away forever.

No, I cannot.

Which is why you are to re -enter
society at once and find yourself a

I do not want to. What you want became
immaterial long ago. You shall wed, and

you shall do it as soon as possible.

You'll be fitted for a new wardrobe.
It's about time you dressed in the

colours anyway.

That's me.

Have you thought about with whom you
would like to dance at tonight's ball?

Well, I have some ideas.

Lord Weaver is a fine dancer.

Lord Hardy was asking about you at
White's last night. Lord Hardy?

What about the Duke? The Duke has not
proposed, Mama.

I am still considering my best course.

Wise girl.

And Lord Hardy is a fine option.

Although he is rather boastful. My dear,
why ever do you complicate matters?

You must... Simply marry the man who
feels like your dearest friend.

Oh. Oh, is that it, Mama? Well, how very
simple indeed.

Yes, quite.

Is my general ready for battle?

Just born ready.

Were that true, I suspect you would need
less protection of Lovett Pax's

ambitions. Call me the general, yet you
are the first to draw blood.

Miss Bridgerton.

Good weaver.

I was wondering if you might do me the
honour of a dance tonight.

Must I share your attention with every
moon -eyed dandy, Miss Bridgerton?

Only the charming ones, Your Grace.

A perfect jealous beater. Well done.
Someone is angling for a promotion in

France.

So, tell me, my lord, do you prefer the
city or the country?

I suppose I've never thought of it.

I am partial to the country, but there
are certainly advantages to both.

Where do you see yourself settling?

Another excellent question.

You look bewitching tonight, Miss
Bridgerton. Well, I do hope you are not

spellbound to chat, Lord Hardy. Did you
know I purchased my first line down when

I left Oxford? I've acquired two more
since.

I keep them at my ancestral home.

My ancestral home is really quite large.
Much larger than most others in the

area.

Fascinating.

My family and I are exceptionally close.

How wonderful, Lord Tonkin.

I'm quite the same as my own. After I
marry, in fact, my mother will reside

me and my new bride.

Does your father have anything to say
about that?

I should think so.

It was his idea?

Not much of a pair.

I should think not.

She and the Duke are a love matter.
Nonetheless, you must remind the Duke to

actually propose.

I would not worry, Lady Bridgerton. Look
at them.

They are clearly attached.

And how did you find our eligible
bachelors? I must confess, I felt more

chemistry when being fitted at the
Modiste.

The prince is from Prussia.

I don't dare say that I just caught his
eye. Love Russia.

I could swim.

They do not even know him. They do not
need to know him. Besides the fact he's

prince. Surely you cannot be surprised.

You know how that's worked, Daphne.

Was it not you who wrote the book on the
very subject?

I'll watch as Miss Calver lowers her
eyes.

So demure.

Now she will look up at him ever so
quickly.

And then allow her fan to slowly sweep
across the bosom, forecasting her eyes

back upon the ground. For one is much
too timid to ever meet his Royal

Highness's piercing gaze, of course.

Oh, now he will kiss her hand.

Forever charmed by her submission.

Precisely.

Should I ever need assistance drafting
an addendum to my book, I should know

to ask.

I do believe he just told Miss Cowper
that her gown is exquisite.

Oh, do you think so?

He is here to tell every lady the very
same thing.

Prince Friedrich, this is the young lady
I was telling you about.

The seasoned diamond.

So lovely to meet you, Miss Bridgerton.

Your gown, it is exquisite.

My apologies.

No apology necessary.

Perhaps a small one.

It's entirely your fault. I don't want
to make this apparently unbecoming sound

while laughing.

Well,

now you were just making it look easy.

Miss Bridget, might I have this done?

Thank you.

Hello?

The shop has closed.

Daddy, I'll say.

You're scaring me with my wits. What? I
use the back entrance as you are.

Heaven forbid someone discover you
consort with the most notorious opera

in all of London. You are but third on
that list.

I know you are always welcome here.

I know you are used to finer comforts,
but stay as long as you need. You are a

dear friend, but I shall find an
arrangement with another gentleman soon

Hopefully someone lesser than us in your
last.

I know.

We will not think of him.

This is beautiful work. The Lady
Cowper's girl.

Not that it will help her get an offer.

Not even my finest silks will compensate
for that sneer.

I could make you something out of the
same fabric.

Perhaps for your performance next month.

I should think of an odd choice of
colour for me.

I am no innocent debutante.

And more of your good fortune.

Would you prefer to sit around simpering
over your needlework or whatsoever it

is these debutantes must do to pass the
time?

You and I make our own way in the world.

That we do.

Which is why I shall find myself a
wealthy, sensible gentleman to keep me

high fashion.

One who will never break his word. Or
prevent you from running up vast

at your beloved Modine. Or run home
every time his mother or sisters have

And where might you find such a paragon
of dishonour?

Indeed, I am inclined to investigate the
provenance of such a lucky date.

It did not land the same way when you
were casting Featherington. Perhaps the

common element was you, after all.

What have you bested us with, Mr. Drain?
Mr. Drain, I fear, is not among all

Featherington's guests.

Neither is gambling.

I think you've done it, Bridgerton.

Done what?

Proved you remain capable of laughing
again in my presence.

You cannot fault me for being doubtful
of your attentions.

Indeed, I can.

For all the mischief you have witnessed
me make, you ought also to have known I

would never make a fool of a lady, and
certainly not one such as your sister.

You confound me. You are respectable,
and yet I know you have no intention of

marriage. Has that changed?

I cannot claim so. Then whatever could
your intentions be?

Respectful. Won't believe it there.

You look exceedingly familiar to

me, my lord.

Or is it your grace?

I'm afraid to think.

I've seen you at the opera.

I performed there.

Didn't you?

No. I've often wondered what plays in
one's mind when an aria is performed.

Sometimes I think on the meaning of the
words I sing.

At other times I think on the tasks I
have failed to accomplish during my day.

And sometimes I ponder my plans for
after my performance.

Might I entice you to take in one of my
performances sometime soon?

Perhaps tomorrow night?

Sister, what are you doing?

I could not sleep.

I thought a bit of warm milk might help
matters.

Shall I ring for a servant?

No.

No, do not wake them.

Would you like to join me?

We should light it.

Excellent idea.

Well, go on.

For me?

Well, I should not know how to do it.
You believe I should?

Cold milk, then?

Most refreshing given the heat.

Can I ask you a question, brother?

So long as it has nothing to do with the
inner workings of that thing.

It is about the Duke.

What about the Duke?

Do you know the reason he is so opposed
to marriage? He is your closest friend.

Surely you must know things. The things
I know are certainly not for your ears.

How foolish of me to ever even wonder
about such things.

He barely knew his father.

Never knew his mother.

Not one sibling.

The Duke grew up quite differently than
I, Steph.

In all the 20 years I've known him, he's
not mentioned his so -called family

even once.

He spent his entire life alone.

How very sad.

He prefers it that way.

You must not concern yourself with his
troubles.

You must simply know some people are not
meant to be together.

No matter how much we might wish
otherwise.

I see.

Very well.

Thank you, brother, for the milk.

I guess we will have to do this again
sometime.

I have always thought that an
appreciation of the arts is what lifts

mere animals.

It stirs the passions and moves the
spirit, and, this author hopes,

inspires more newsworthy pursuits.

A new wing at Somerset House is to be
opened today, where several attractions

will be on display.

Like the lovely Miss Marina Thompson,
newly recovered from her mysterious

illness and expected to finally rejoin
the season.

Oh, my dear.

I've said to get measurements wrong.

Miss Thompson has a fondness for cake.

A reducing doubt will work wonders for
her, I'm sure.

Oui, madame.

Of course, there is today's royal
attraction as well.

Prince Friedrich of Prussia.

His Highness has come to our shores in
want of a fine fräulein.

Could this be the reason a certain
language tutor has been seen visiting

Kauferhaus all week?

Miss Anna Vaughan.

Speaks several languages, I hear.

Miss Mary Egglesfield. Now, she's meant
to be quite the reader.

Were I looking for a list of debutantes
and their dubious accomplishments, I

could have stayed home and read Lady
Whistledown.

No, no, no.

Quite dull.

I do not agree.

It is terribly familiar, yet I am sure
this is the first time I've seen it.

is because, like all of these paintings,
it was done by a man who sees a woman

as nothing other than a decorative
object. They're like human vases.

I think my mama is calling me.

She's busy with Miss Thompson.

I will return shortly. Wait here.

Lord Middlesor, you simply must meet
Miss Marina Thompson.

A distant cousin of my husband's.

Miss Thompson, the pleasure is mine.

Entirely. Marina.

Penelope, allow us to view some of the
paintings over here. Oh, I had a brief

question to ask Marina. No, now is not
the time, Penelope. I believe now to be

the perfect time.

Miss Thompson. I certainly was not
addressing you.

I do not believe that I have ever met
such a lovely girl with such an ugly

countenance.

You. Or a meddlesome little wench. And
you clearly do not understand the

of your situation. That will need to
change.

It's much too cold.

And where's any sense of the subject's
spirit?

And the light?

Given the quality, I do wonder why the
piece was not skied with the other

Perhaps we should ask the artist.

Well, that would be something, Lady
Danbury.

Mr. Granville, why was your piece not
skied?

Mr. Granville, I... If you will excuse
me, I must find my wife.

You diabolical... How could you let me
rattle on like that? How could I not, my

dear Mr.

Bridgerton? It was riotously funny, you
must admit.

Miss Bridgerton.

Your Highness.

I was hoping to see you today.

Were you?

Yes. Seems the art is not the only
beautiful thing on display at present.

Are you enjoying your time here in
London?

It has always been one of my favorite
cities.

How lovely to hear from someone who has
traveled so widely.

Have you traveled much?

I think you would love the music of
Vienna.

Miss Bridgerton.

You should make your rounds, Your
Highness.

I believe there is a gaggle of young
ladies waiting for your favour.

Delightful to see you.

What are you doing hiding away in here?

Enjoying some culture.

You are receiving glowing reviews from
Whistledown.

Did you see?

I did.

I ought to take to the stage.

Is it awful that I'm enjoying it? My
wild jealousy.

Fooling Lady Whistledown.

She knows everything about everyone,
even the Queen, and yet we have her

convinced that we are mad for each
other. We are awfully clever.

Indeed we are.

Excessive pride suits you.

Miss Bridgerton.

Why, it is a sin, Your Grace.

One of the last sins, but do not worry.

It must all start somewhere.

You are not half as shocking as you
think you are.

No.

This one is yours, too.

You sound surprised.

I suppose I am.

It's not at all like the others you
donated, is it?

It is not.

The others are.

Well, they were to my father's taste.

If Lady Danbury's feebly ate this one,
it was a favourite of my mother's.

I have never understood why.

It is very beautiful.

It reminds me of waking up in the
country.

Birthing in the morning.

When I'm all alone, I've not yet spoken
to a soul.

I look outside the window and it is...
It's a ruin.

It's if I could be the only person left
in the world, and yet somehow I am not

lonely.

I am comforted, at peace.

The others are certainly very grand and
impressive, but this one...

This one is intimate.

Cressida swooned. And Prince Friedrich
caught her.

Water? Water, please.

I mean, I thought it was the most
romantic thing I've ever seen.

Yes, it's true.

A feigned swoon. Two to six, I believe.
We ought to up our game.

Shall I set course for the opera, Your
Grace?

We need to make haste if you still plan
to attend this evening.

No. It'll be straight home tonight, you
said.

I shall be locking up now, miss.

Are you sure there are no gentlemen
lingering about the gallery?

These days, the modern young lady must
display a miscellany of talents in her

quest for a tutor. She must be a witty
conversationalist, an accomplished

musician, and an expert in the art of
the swoon.

For managing to faint with nary a
petticoat out of place is a most coveted

talent indeed.

Of course, not everyone has fallen
victim to the royal fever sweeping

London town. One diamond in particular
seems quite immune. Making this author

wonder if the crown has lost its luster.

I know what this insolent woman
insinuates, and I shall certainly not

allowances for it. Does she mean the
king?

Well, not that they keep him, anyway.

The Bridgerton girl...

is the incomparable of the season.

Which means there is no more suitable a
match for you on English shores.

Miss Bridgerton is a delightful young
lady, to be sure.

But if this gossip sheet is correct,
then her heart is already spoken for.

Her heart is no matter, as long as her
hand remains free.

You are a prince.

Charm her.

Enough, I beg of you.

But perhaps you should join me.

Are you in the air to be proficient on
the piano forte soon enough?

Could use the practice, I'm sure.

One thing in thought, continue.

You will frighten away the Duke, the
Prince, and any other eligible suitor

across the North Sea. And you would wish
that upon me, would you, sister?

To get my ma's attention focused on you
instead of me, I might.

You can take your reading outside.

You say that as if reading were a bad
thing. I meant no such thing. But it

not gain me a husband. Is that what you
meant then? You wish to follow your

heart and I wish to nurture my mind.

Let us leave it there.

Can you at least try to understand?

You never see things from my
perspective. You are not the only one

troubles, Eloise.

You have no idea what it... It does not
matter.

Is it original?

What? That song.

Did you compose it yourself?

In a manner of speaking.

What is the name of it? It does not have
a name. Every song has a name. It is

just a song, Eloise.

If you need to practice, then do so.
Just come up with a name for it, at

Why have you brought me here? Because I
wanted you to see your future firsthand.

Should you refuse to follow my
instructions?

Heed me.

This is what your life will be if you do
not agree to be married. You must have

me mistaken for one of your soft -handed
daughters, ma 'am.

It's terribly presumptuous of you to
think that a visit to this neighbourhood

full of good, hard -working people who
happen to be less fortunate than

would ever sway me to change my mind.
Look at the children, then. Look. Go on.

What, my dear, might you have to say
about them?

I believe it is you who should heed me.

I will not stand silently by while you
cut a sham with this miserable prospect

you've cooked up in your head.

I have a man who loves me. Oh, is that
so?

Well, where is he, then? Why is he not
here, tending to you? Because he's

fighting in Spain for king and country.
Are you aware of your condition? He is.

I have written to him beautiful love
letters. And has he written back to you

ever since informing him?

Sweet child, many men make declarations
of love when they want to make love.

But rare is the man whose love remains
true when the consequences of lovemaking

are brought to his attention.

Cowper has finally found her match.

A highly unlikely pairing, if I may say
so.

I say, good for the young lady.

Perhaps it'll keep that horrid mother of
hers off her back.

She's beautiful.

Or perhaps not.

And so, Anthony Bridgerton, serious man
that he is, let a farm animal into your

dormitory.

Why ever would you put up with such
pranks? He was my friend. Who do you

ended up helping your brother get the
animal back out? Of course it was you.

My mother told me something curious the
other day.

That one should marry one's dearest
friend.

Are you suggesting I marry your brother?

No.

But I do wonder, is that truly what
marriage is all about then?

Friendship? Well, I imagine it's a good
start. Most marriages I gather are more

like battlefields. Even if it is a
battlefield.

Must be other things that hold the
troops together.

I was. I thought you were trying to
organize a militia.

Ah. Now there is a fine group of
recruits.

What I mean is, there are other things.

Physical.

Or perhaps intangible.

That bring a couple together.

Well, yeah, for Cawthorne's mortal
marriage.

Physical and intangible.

Both. Both?

But how can something be both physical
and intangible when they are indeed

the opposite?

You are beastly.

Never mind.

No, no, I'm not laughing at you.

I'm laughing at the absurdity of how
little mothers tell their daughters. You

tell us nothing.

Well, I certainly cannot tell you.

Why not?

Because this is not my place.

In any real courtship, yes.

It would be scandalous for a suitor to
discuss such things with a lady.

But you are not a real suitor, are you?

And besides, no one else will tell me
anything.

So how am I ever to find a proper
husband if I do not even know what I am

searching for? You will know when you
know.

What does that even mean?

I cannot tell you. I thought we were
friends. Daphne. Simon, tell me.

Tell me.

All right, all right.

What happens between a husband and a
wife?

Well, the natural continuation of what
happens at night.

At night?

What happens at night?

When you are alone.

When I am sleeping.

Not when you are sleeping.

When you touch yourself.

You do touch yourself.

When you are alone, you can touch
yourself.

Anywhere in your body, anywhere that
gives you pleasure.

But especially between your legs.

And when you find a feeling you
particularly enjoy, you can carry on

Until the field grows.

And eventually we'll reach... The
pinnacle.

Apparently.

And that should help you.

Come.

Ah! I demand to know.

Is all the time you were spending with
Miss Bridgerton bleeding anywhere?

Cannot really be time well spent.

A prolonged courtship is one thing.

But now it is very clear to anyone with
eyes that Daphne Bridgerton has caught

the attention of Prince Friedrich.

If you have designs upon the girl and
wish to marry her, then Friedrich can

disappear for all I care and become a
delicious dinner party anecdote.

But if you are merely dallying with
her...

And if she loses her chance at such an
extraordinary match simply because she

too wrapped up in your charms, well,
then, she would be a fool.

And I would never forgive you your
carelessness.

Well, Bridget, I'm far from a fool.

Then you are just being cruel.

And we both know I taught you better
than that.

I found bits of your sketchbook in the
fireplace.

Are you spying on me now?

You would actually have to be
interesting for me to bother spying on

The drawings in that sketchbook were
abominable. I could not stand to look at

them. Yes, I believe that is why they
call it a sketchbook.

I write in my diary, which is not the
same as writing in my novel.

It must be so very difficult to want
something and not be able to get it. If

enjoy drawing but need practice, then
practice.

Hire a drawing master.

Find a young lady to act impressed.

If you desire the sun and the moon, all
you have to do is go out and shoot at

the sky.

Some of us cannot.

Look no further than Lady Whistledown.
She possesses a huge talent for writing,

and yet she must hide away and publish
under a false name. Yes, because if

anyone knew who Whistledown truly was,
she'd be strung up for what she says.

That is not my point.

Whistledown is a woman.

Therefore, she has nothing.

And still, she writes.

You're a man, therefore you have
everything.

You are able to do whatever you want.

Do it.

Be bold.

At least that way I can live vicariously
through you.

Louise?

Are you Lady Whistledown?

You're an accomplished writer.

We're scribbling in that diary of yours
and you certainly know everyone else's

business. More opinions than anyone else
I know in London.

You'd have my full support and
admiration either way, sister.

So? Is it you?

No.

Though if it were, do you honestly think
that I'd admit it?

You've finished.

How lovely.

Do you hope you've finally given it a
name?

So, I was thinking about

us doing something different.

Oh, the ice flavors here are divine,
yes, but perhaps the two of us... I

not be joining you today, Miss
Bridgerton.

Nor tomorrow.

And only longer for that matter.

What can you mean?

Is it not obvious?

Apparently not, if I require your
further elaboration. You now have a bevy

theses at your disposal.

And I have been afforded great relief
from the Marsden daughters alike in

to conduct my affairs in peace whilst
remaining in London. Thus our

has succeeded, Miss Bridgerton. Stop
calling me that. It is these very

circumstances that prove... What are you
doing? That prove our ruse should

hereby need to end.

Have I done something wrong?

No.

Then tell me why. You don't have the
attentions of a prince.

He is perfect for you.

This is about our conversation
yesterday.

I must apologize for that.

There's no need to apologize. Your
brother was correct.

I am and always will be a rake. So
before I corrupt you any further... Oh,

corrupt me? I assure you I'm quite
capable of deciding the bounds of my own

propriety. I thought you and I were
friends.

We were never friends.

I do not believe there could be a more
ridiculous notion than that of us ever

being friends.

The young lady barely has her leading
strength. You were a convenience.

A diversion.

I personally wanted that, but nothing
more.

Now that I have concluded my business in
town, I shall be moving on.

I suggest you do the same.

You will be very happy with your prince,
Miss Bridgerton.

We forward our plans to vacating as soon
as possible. That's your grace. You

still have some business to do.

I wish to leave. Do what you must to
expedite matter.

Let me happen, miss.

Miss.

Leave me be, Rose.

A gentleman is here for you.

To what do I owe this unexpected visit?

I wanted to see you.

What is it this time? A ball you wish
not to attend? A family obligation you

prefer to avoid? What, perchance, is the
Viscount Bridgerton seeking to escape

tonight?

Surprisingly, as it may be to you, I do
not sit here merely waiting for your

visit.

I have plans of my own to attend. The
Duke?

My affairs are no longer your concern,
sir, as you have already made abundantly

clear. If you are using Hastings in some
scheme to vex me, Sienna.

Well, he is certainly a handsome man of
great wealth and high rank, and

everything a woman in my position might
want. The Duke has not called on me.

And I'm not consorting with any friend
of yours.

Hey, it is not surprising in the least
to know that you are only here because

you are jealous. I'm not here because
I'm jealous. Goodbye, my lord. I'm here

because I miss you.

I cannot think of anything else.

Smyrna, come back to me.

Your position in life remains unchanged.

And so does mine.

You are the Viscount.

Your responsibility will always be to
that title above all else.

You shall marry, sire an heir, and guard
your family. And I, I shall always be

the woman you may love in darkness, but
never in the light of day.

You have made me promises before, and I,
like a fool, believe them.

I cannot be your fool again.

Marina, it's in here.

A letter from Spain. It must be from Sir
George. He's written back to you.

Well?

What does he say?

Well?

What has happened?

Marina, has he been wounded?

He pretends there was nothing between
us.

How do you mean?

Because he desires nothing more to do
with me or our...

..my situation.

That he had no part in it.

it would seem our efforts were not in
vain.

I believe.

I would just quite think that, ma 'am.

Well, make certain you place the letters
just the way we found them in Miss

Thompson's pillow.

What do we do when a soldier arrives
home, ma 'am? If he should return, I can

say with certainty he will not be coming
to Collectorate.

Can't you learn the truth about men one
way or another, Barley? We have done

what is right and what is best.

And now she is protected.

Now, draw my arches lower.

Otherwise I'll have a look of constant
astonishment on my face all day.

Beautiful, dear.

Ah, Lady Bridgerton.

Lady Carpenter.

I must say, it is a good thing Daphne is
so taken by the Duke.

Well, thank you. Christa would never
have a hope with the prince if your

went for him.

We all know my darling might have the
fortune, but it is your Daphne who has

face.

Put that dress away, Rose. Are we not
defending the ball this evening? No, we

are. Try to wear the white and silver
instead.

And my hair, will you do it just the way
you like, with the circlet of jewels

and flowers?

Of course.

You will look perfect. Good.

That's what they want.

Will you be joining us at tonight's
ball, Anthony?

I have accepted the invitation.

You might cast your eye over this list
before the event, then.

What is it?

These are names.

Fourteen, to be exact. Fourteen single,
eligible young ladies, all from

excellent families.

Lady Leeworth's eldest miss. I shall
consider your suggestions. Thank you.

Was there something else?

What time do you have?

What? The time.

You were just checking your father's old
watch when I caught you, yes?

It is a lovely hour, isn't it?

In a quarter to hell, Mother.

It's quite late indeed.

At any rate, do let me know who I should
introduce you to, my dear.

Time, as we both know, is certainly of
the essence.

It rolls right off the tongue, does it
not?

Miss Thompson, how lovely to see you
back with us. Why don't I have you next

time?

I'd be delighted, my lord.

You have been rather reserved all
evening, Your Grace.

I have decided to leave England earlier
than expected.

Apologies, Lady Danbury, but I believe
it is time for me to go.

You fool!

Are you feeling all right, Darius?

Exceptionally.

Miss Bridgerton, I simply must have your
first answer.

It would be an honour, Your Highness.

Could it be true that season's diamond,
even more precious and rare a stone than

previously thought?

For it now appears this treasure is set
to join the likes of the Queen's ever so

cherished crown jewels themselves.

The Duke of Hastings, I hear, was left
looking rather tongue -tied last night.

as Miss Bridgerton seems to have finally
grown tired of waiting for him to pose

that all -important question.

Or perhaps the young miss has simply
traded up.

Surprising? Quite.

Unreasonable? Of course not.

After all...

Why settle for Duke when one can have a
prince?