Bridgerton (2020) s04e03 Episode Script

-Remind me of your name again?
-I did not give it.
Sophie Baek.
Well, Sophie Baek,
we are only a few hours away from London,
but if you wish
to continue sitting in silence,
I believe we can stretch
this ride out into eternity.
We are not so near to London.
Look at the constellations.
Also, it is going to rain.
-I do not think so.
-It is going to rain.
It is not--
That was mist.
And that?
A collection of mist.
I fear we cannot go
any faster in this weather.
I have a cottage not far from here.
We can wait out the rain there.
Oh.
Are you well?
I'm well.
Excellent, in fact.
-You are injured.
-I'm not injured.
I may have earned a small bruise
from my conversation with Cavender.
And here we are.
- Is this your cottage?
- That is my stable.
My cottage is farther up the way.
"Cottage" feels somewhat
misleading.
The Crabtrees should be here.
They take care of the house and grounds.
You do have the keys to your own cottage,
do you not?
I do not need to carry keys.
Someone simply is here.
Perhaps the Crabtrees
keep a spare key somewhere.
I am certain
they will return at any moment.
If they did leave, it is likely
they got caught in the storm as well,
in which case,
we can always retreat to the…
Sophie?
-How did you…
-I climbed through the window.
Servants are resourceful.
Hmm.
We need to get warm.
I shall build us a fire.
You… you do not have to do the housework.
I shall do it.
Have you ever lit a fire before?
It does not take a genius.
Wood, meet flame.
A fire…
Oh.
…needs kindling.
Hm.
I see.
Very well.
Where are the servants' rooms?
That is where the Crabtrees stay.
-You will be sleeping in a guest bedroom.
-That is unnecessary.
I am happy to sleep upstairs.
If you knew Mrs. Crabtree,
you'd know she would not be happy
with a stranger in her part of the house.
Follow me.
The bed is decent enough.
And you are welcome
to wear anything in the wardrobe.
You did not mention
there was a lady of the house.
It wouldn't be right
for me to wear her clothing.
Those dresses belong to my sisters.
And they are old. They will not mind.
Oh.
Thank you.
I am going to bed.
Your injury. I can make a compress if--
Thank you, but I assure you,
it is nothing. Good night.
Mr. Bridgerton?
Sir?
Are you unwell?
Sir?
Mr. Bridgerton, you are burning up.
This is hardly a bruise.
Why did you not say anything?
This will hurt.
Forgive me.
Thank you.
Kiss me.
What?
What did you say?
Do not leave me.
Do not leave me again.
My lady.
Kiss me.
Dearest Gentle Reader,
like a butterfly
that flaps its wings in London,
causing a tempest at Land's End,
it seems that the dismissal
of a single housemaid
from Penwood House some months ago
has invited disorder even this author
could not have anticipated.
So skilled was this maid, apparently,
that Lady Penwood was in need
of four new maids to replace her.
And where better to find new maids…
than amongst the well-trained staff
of neighbors and friends.
Lady Penwood is said to have enticed
Lady Keswick's lady's maids
with promises of better pay,
one of Lady Hamilton's laundry maids
with the allure of prettier dresses,
and poached not two but three housemaids
from the Marquess of Leicester.
With a shortage of capable staff
already plaguing the ton,
it seems Mayfair has fallen into disarray.
I hear Lady Keswick has even resorted
to asking her scullery maid
to do her hair,
leading to rather unpleasant results.
Now, the demand for the best help
has soared to new heights,
the tempest growing as each household
attempts to replenish their ranks.
And so, the Great Maid War has begun.
Who could have imagined
that so very much would be upended
by one unassuming maid.
Perhaps the lady came over for tea,
but the tea made her drowsy.
Too drowsy to retire to her own room?
Oh. Good morning.
Pay me no heed.
Oh… Mm…
Good morning, Mrs. Crabtree.
Oh. This is Sophie.
An unchaperoned lady
and unidentified injuries.
He is on the mend, I assure you.
Mr. Crabtree, Sophie,
would you give us a moment?
If your mother knew
how you were conducting yourself…
We went to visit our daughter,
but we got caught in the storm.
But had we known Mr. Bridgerton was here,
well… we would have returned at once.
…she was nearly assaulted
at her house and then let go of.
Oh!
Oh, that poor dear girl.
And she came to my aid last night,
so she should be treated as our guest.
Of course. Of course.
Mrs. Wilson. A moment.
You are happy here, are you not?
-Of course, my lady.
-This Maid Wars business…
You have nothing to worry about, ma'am.
This is my household.
If there were ever any rumblings,
they would be dealt with by me.
-Thank you.
-Mm.
Francesca, would you and Lord Kilmartin
like to accompany me in my carriage
to the garden party tomorrow?
We would, but we have planned
an outing with Penelope and Colin.
Have you?
I hope you do not feel left out.
It is simply that--
-You are both married.
-Is that what you were going to say?
If Mama has her way, I will also be
by the end of tomorrow's party.
Well, in fact, I did not accept
the invitation on your behalf.
Benedict spoke to me before he left,
and he convinced me
to give you some respite from suitors.
Mother… thank you.
You are sensible and truly ever-wise.
I am glad you think so.
I hope you will agree with me, then,
that if you're not going out into society,
it is perfect timing
to chaperone Hyacinth's finishing lessons.
No?
What a delightful idea, Mama.
Unless, of course, you would prefer
to speak to suitors today?
Very well.
I do have some reading to get through.
Well, perhaps you will benefit
from the lessons too, Eloise.
Certainly the tutorial on posture.
And she said,
"My dear, that is not a feather duster."
It is madness out there.
Yesterday, I watched
Lady Abercorn trip over her own dress
because her maid quit
before hemming her garments.
She fell over on Rotten Row.
It is all rather amusing,
not that I would laugh
at another's misfortune.
Oh no, of course not.
May I have some more tea, Varley?
Another?
Thankfully, that disorder
will never affect our household.
That is why we treat our staff
as members of our family.
Is that not true, Varley?
As a matter of fact, there is something
I must discuss with you, ma'am.
But… in… in private.
We're all women here.
Um…
I have received an offer
to work for another household.
Oh, I'd have loved to have seen the looks
on their faces when you rejected them.
You did reject them, did you not?
Oh, of course.
Um, but the offer,
the… the rate for housekeepers
has gone up in 20 years.
And… and I…
I hoped that you might consider,
well, um…
increasing my salary.
Varley, it is unseemly to discuss
matters of money amongst family.
Of course, ma'am, but it is only because
I know you know how often I go beyond
my ordinary duties.
Varley, you do not need
to cheapen yourself
by selling yourself to me.
I know your value.
If it will make you happier,
I will take your request
into consideration.
- Is that satisfactory?
- Oh, quite.
Oh, thank you, ma'am.
Oh, another?
Uh, please.
Ah.
That is a lovely pendant.
Is there a story behind it?
Oh.
No. I'm not accustomed
to such a low neckline.
-I usually tuck it behind my collar.
-Mm.
Come along for breakfast, dear.
Good day.
Thank you.
This looks excellent.
It's no trouble.
We shall stay
while you eat with your guest.
Mm. How thoughtful of you, Mrs. Crabtree.
Please, sit.
The Crabtrees have been with me 20 years.
Twenty-three.
I was a maid at Bridgerton House
when Mr. Bridgerton was little.
Yes?
I've never seen anyone
eat a meal with such enthusiasm.
- This is delicious.
- Mm.
It has been far too long
since I've had Mrs. Crabtree's breakfast.
What has kept you away?
He loves his time here in the country.
Oh. Um, well, I suppose I have been…
consumed by my obligations in London.
Various… affairs.
In fact, will you prepare the carriage?
We should be making our way back--
Oh no.
No, no, no. You are injured
and in no condition to travel.
I'm keeping you in bed
until you have made a full recovery.
Mrs. Crabtree, you are being unreasonable.
I am feeling much improved
with every bite.
If your wound does not heal properly,
it could become infected again.
You need rest.
I've learned it's best to do as she says.
I shall assist Mrs. Crabtree.
Mm-mm-mm! You will do no such thing.
I've already said, you are my guest.
My guest.
-Then what do you suggest I do?
-Are you incapable of leisure?
I know how to leisure.
I know how to leisure perfectly.
Perfect.
Oh!
Goodness.
Ugh.
Why is Lady Whistledown writing of maids?
I am not interested in maids.
I do not even think we have them here.
Brimsley?
We have 142 maids
and manservants, Your Majesty.
Well, Lady Whistledown should not
be concerning herself with maids.
I want gossip.
Maids are gossip.
It is all anyone can talk about.
These Maid Wars are wreaking havoc
in every household of the ton.
Yours?
No.
I pay my maids well
and treat them with respect.
Hmm. Brimsley.
The royal household is royal,
Your Majesty.
Maids clamor to get in, not out.
Hm. Of course.
Imagine wanting to leave here.
-Imagine.
-What shall we do today?
Another game of chess?
I have a rope dancer standing by.
-And there was also a flautist.
-Whatever amuses Her Majesty most.
Rope dancer, then.
Ah.
That was very nice.
John?
Yes?
Do you think it unusual
we are not yet with child?
We are not yet even a year married.
And we have only been recommitted
these last few months.
Do you think
there is anything I should be doing?
Look, I…
Well, I have heard a woman is more likely
to conceive if she achieves her pinnacle.
You are achieving a pinnacle, are you not?
Of course.
Yes.
Good.
Oh.
Pardon me.
Please, take any book that interests you.
Unless you cannot read. Oh, forgive me.
I know how to read.
Ah… Forgive me.
Again.
It is rare to encounter a maid who reads.
The first family I worked for
allowed me to be present
during their children's lessons.
Are you not supposed to be in bed?
Know what is interesting
about spending all day in bed?
-What?
-Nothing.
If I do not die of infection,
I shall die of boredom.
A terrible fate indeed.
But I did manage
to send word back to London
in search of work for you and your friend,
Hazel.
-Thank you.
-No…
And thank you for your help
with the situation
at Cavender House, Mr. Bridgerton.
Please.
We are past the formality.
Call me Benedict.
If we are past the formality, then…
perhaps you could tell me
more about this fine library.
Eh…
What is the story here?
Hm.
I have not seen this in ages.
I told my brother Gregory
I would mend it for him, but…
never got round to it.
-I think little Gregory would love this.
-Gregory is at Eton now.
Oh.
And these paintings?
Uh…
Unfortunate.
It was a passion of mine,
for a little while anyway.
This is the one.
The style is unrestrained, but it gives
the impression of real feeling.
Yes.
That was my intention.
You are an artist.
What… No. I…
No. All my paintings are unfinished,
and most of them aren't even any good.
I… dabble.
I am no artist.
You need not be so modest.
Consider Michelangelo.
We may know him for his great works,
but he made so many sketches
that he deemed inferior
that he had them destroyed in a bonfire,
two bonfires in fact.
I never met a maid
who knew so much about art.
Tell me then about this family
who gave you art and reading lessons.
Ah. There is not much to say, really.
Eh, do not grow sheepish now.
I do intend to learn your secrets
while we're here.
I should retire to my room.
Mm. Sophie.
That is my French grammar book.
Hm.
My pronunciation is exquisite.
What is wrong with my pronunciation?
It'd be better if you keep your jaw
perfectly still and rely on your lips.
-I do not even know how that would--
-Here.
Focus on the lips.
Mr. Bridgerton, my good wife
is bringing your dinner shortly,
and if she sees you out of bed,
she may force you
to stay in there till next year.
Thank you.
Good night, Mr. Bridgerton.
Will you please call me Benedict?
You called for me, ma'am?
Yes.
Well, go on, then.
Open it.
A gift.
For me?
I've considered your request
conscientiously,
but unfortunately,
there is a precedent in this household,
and if we raise your wages,
we'll have to raise the wages
of everyone underneath you,
and, well, we simply are not
in the financial position to do so.
Um…
I understand, ma'am.
But I wanted to give you
a token of my appreciation,
a gift to let you know how valued you are.
I do not know what to say.
I knew it.
You love them so much
that you're speechless.
That is quite all right.
There is no need to thank me. Thank you.
-Your old dresses, ma'am.
-Only two seasons out-of-date.
You will be the star amongst your peers
on your day off when you…
do what you do.
Now, I know you must be
eager to try it on,
but would you please
first fetch me my tea?
I'm exhausted from sorting through
the back of my wardrobe.
Of course, ma'am.
Mm.
Giddyap.
Gunter's!
Francesca, Lord Kilmartin.
-There you are.
-Our sincerest apologies.
-We were delayed at home.
-We got caught behind a broken carriage.
Shall we head inside for ice cream?
I must say,
I could use a cool refreshment.
After you.
Is it terrible how obvious we are?
Never mind, of course you understand.
You and John are newlyweds after all.
Yes.
And what is it exactly
that all newlyweds understand?
Well, thankfully for me,
it is what keeps Whistledown in business.
Constant desire for one another.
That sensation when two bodies…
Yes, thank you, Penelope.
Forgive me. Sometimes I do forget
that I am indeed married to your brother.
Without… going into details,
do you experience the…
…um…
pinnacle?
Well, yes, of course.
- Do you not?
- Here we are.
Ice cream all round. Your usual.
Vanilla.
Mm.
You are most quiet today.
My apologies, my dear.
I have much on my mind.
I can be a discreet ear, if you wish.
Hm!
Her Majesty.
She likes to keep me close.
We spend our afternoons together.
It is pleasant.
She's my friend.
But I am no longer
one of her ladies-in-waiting.
I have not been for years.
She has many ladies-in-waiting.
And yet,
you remain her only lady-in-waiting.
It is no secret the Queen enjoys
little familiarity with her ladies.
I wonder why she keeps them.
Being a lady-in-waiting
is an honor, Alice,
one that most
would only ever dare to dream of.
-Of course.
-Mm.
It is only…
Well, if she does not enjoy them,
how can they be useful to her?
How can they hope ever to fill your shoes?
Hmm.
No.
Absolutely not.
I am nearly finished.
Put down that pot.
Mr. Bridgerton says you are his guest,
and so you are his guest.
That is the comfortable chair.
Put yourself in it.
Not accustomed to leisure time, are you?
I am the same.
-Sit.
-How far is the walk into the village?
-Much too far.
Especially with the mud after the storm.
I'd like to see if there's a mail coach
that can take me
to town to seek employment.
If Mr. Bridgerton told you
he would find you work,
I assure you he will.
He is a man of his word.
I suppose if he uses his charm,
he may be successful finding me something.
Hm.
He can be rather…
compelling.
Has Mr. Bridgerton
been improper toward you?
No. No.
The opposite.
Mr. Bridgerton is most kind,
but I would not mistake
his kindness for familiarity.
It is important for all of us
to remember our place.
Yes, I'll take one.
We almost had to cancel
when Lady Hamilton poached our footman.
I, in turn, had to poach
the footman from our neighbor's estate
just to carry up the heavier furnishings.
I hear it has been mayhem.
But today shows no indication of it.
Your garden is lovely.
Ahh…
Dearest, I should like
to introduce you to Lady Radstock.
What a delightful surprise.
I did not know
that you would be here today.
I was hungry to see your smiling face.
And I wished to know
if you were avoiding me.
Avoiding you?
I've heard little from you since
I suggested we spend time alone.
Oh, well, I…
Um, I… I have been contemplating it.
It is not my wish to compel you.
You need not avoid me
if you are not ready.
I am ready!
But I am… I'm ready.
I am not… ready.
It has been some time.
It is warm, is it not?
Like to move to another subject?
Yes, please.
There is nothing like
a garden in full bloom, is there?
It is her.
Her nerve.
Lady Penwood. Welcome.
We did plan this so long ago.
The invitations went out
before you stole my coachman.
He was a wonder finding the place,
by the way.
He is quite clever, is he not?
Mr. Bridgerton.
Benedict.
Mr. Bridgerton.
You know, you do not have to wear
the same dress every day.
There are plenty in that wardrobe.
I do not wish to dirty
any of your sisters' other frocks.
May I help you?
I have been staring
at the same wall for days.
I have committed the cobwebs to memory.
Ah! I am going outside.
Absolutely not.
Mrs. Crabtree will not like it.
You need to heal.
You may not condemn my actions,
but you'll have to keep my secret.
-No.
-No?
-I suppose you'll have to come with me.
-I do not think it prudent.
Is fresh air not meant to be restorative?
I'm strong enough
to manage standing outside.
And I have an idea.
Come.
Are kites not for children?
Perhaps.
But how will I know if I have fixed
this one if I do not fly it?
-Do you know where Mrs. Crabtree is?
-You worry far too much.
There we are.
Well, perhaps I prefer it this way.
When it is in the air,
it is much too far away to admire.
May I have a look?
I have humiliated myself
in front of you enough.
I will mend it. Just give me a moment.
Oh…
Ow.
There.
That does… not look right.
Is this your secret?
That you are in fact
an expert in kite making?
I know kites.
Do you know how many kites I have flown?
I have seven brothers and sisters.
It will fly.
Mm-hm.
Whoa!
Hm!
Ha.
My apologies for doubting you.
Mm.
I had forgotten how much I enjoyed this.
I have not flown a kite
since I was a little girl.
It is good to be reminded
of such happy memories.
Go on, then.
Oh no, I am content to observe.
I insist.
I fixed it for you.
Unless…
What?
…you are concerned
you might have a bit of fun.
Go on. You have to run with it.
Go on. If you do not,
I will, and I'm injured.
Go on. Go!
Oh!
You were right.
This is wonderful.
Thank you, Mr. Bridgerton.
Benedict! Keep going.
- Go, go.
- No, no, no.
No, no, no!
Do you see what I am seeing?
There.
I imagine there's a kite
at the end of that string.
Not the kite.
What is happening between him and her?
The maid?
He certainly
does not treat her like a maid.
Well,
perhaps he likes her.
He cannot like her.
Do you know what happens
to a maid if word spreads
she has been defiled by a gentleman?
My God, woman,
who said anything about defiling?
Even the rumor of such a thing
could ruin her reputation for life.
What lady would want to employ
such a maid in her home?
While your servants may set the table,
it is your duty as a hostess
to ensure all is in order.
An elegantly laid table can be
as important to the success of your dinner
as the guests who have been invited.
Because one could never be real friends
with someone with poor taste in spoons.
Exactly correct, Miss Bridgerton.
And do you know
what is even more important
than what goes on top of your table?
The seating plan?
The seating plan
is the best way to display
your exquisite discernment and refinement.
It is imperative to know
the rank of each guest beforehand.
The host is sat at the head,
with the two highest-ranking ladies
on each side of him.
The husbands of these ladies are next to
the hostess at the other end of the table.
Correct, and everyone else?
Married couples are to be seated
near one another,
as well as eligible bachelors
and debutantes
active in the marriage mart
to encourage conversation.
Spinsters and the elderly are sat
somewhere in the middle.
Do you mean I would have to sit
with Great Uncle Eli?
Could you hand me the last cards, Eloise?
Ah.
Well, at least the spinsters
get to be the flashy silver tassel.
Miss Bridgerton, that is gray.
Thank you.
Mm-hm.
In fact, we hardly ever use
the west sitting room anymore.
If you want to take some paintings
from there for your entrance hall,
I'm sure Mrs. Wilson could help.
Mother, what is a pinnacle?
-A…
-A… pinnacle?
In… Are you speaking of…
-In the bedroom.
-Oh.
Well…
Um…
I wish to explain this as…
best I can.
I did your sister Daphne
something of a disservice in this matter.
I simply need information.
It has been quite some time for me,
but…
uh, a pinnacle?
It is pleasant.
Well, it is more than pleasant. It is…
a de-- a delightful, um…
…closeness…
uh, that is, um…
Oh, it is nearly impossible to describe.
It's like a shared language,
and… when you speak the same language,
you are able to… feel…
…a…
magical, special… feeling…
ahem… inside.
Who's there?
I'm not famed for my patience,
though my curiosity is rather strong.
So I can wait here forever.
You might as well show yourself.
What are you doing out here?
I am taking my daily walk.
How convenient that your daily walk
should take you right to where
I happen to be swimming.
Would you?
You are finally wearing a new dress.
It suits you.
Thank you.
Sir.
You know, I would not be offended
if in fact you followed me here.
I didn--
Of course I did not follow you.
I wished to take a walk, and Mr. Crabtree
informed me there was a lake nearby
to which he provided directions,
and, as I am a keen listener, I…
found it.
Mm… A thorough explanation
is not always the most convincing one.
You should not have been in the lake.
The water is freezing.
It is quite temperate.
And you should not be swimming
when you have been unwell.
If we are so concerned with shoulds,
you should not be spying.
-I was certainly not spying.
-I think you were.
-I was not.
-You assuredly were.
-So you did not notice me?
-I cannot help but notice you.
Oh, I… I apologize.
-I… I should not have…
-No, I-- I apologize. I should…
Please.
After you.
Thank you.
I shall continue my walk,
and we shall
later convene.
Indeed.
Good day, Mrs. Crabtree.
Good day, Sophie.
Mrs. Crabtree.
A sublime day in the country, is it not?
Indeed.
What are you doing?
Thank heavens
you are healing quite nicely,
even though you disobeyed
direct orders to stay out of that lake.
Yes, Mrs. Crabtree?
I have tried to hold my tongue.
You need not silence yourself.
You are like a mother to me,
in that it's impossible for you
not to share your opinions as well.
You bring a maid to this house,
yet you do not treat her as such.
Sophie has been through an ordeal.
It is only right we treat her as a guest.
Is that all you are treating her as?
She is merely a friend, Mrs. Crabtree.
Well, you may see her as a friend,
but her station does not allow her
a choice in the matter, does it?
Whatever there is between the two of you,
she must acquiesce,
because it is what you wish.
Of course.
You are a fine young man, Mr. Bridgerton.
And one day you will meet
a suitable young lady.
Mm. I did, in fact, meet one.
In London.
Oh.
-What is she called?
-Uh… Well.
I met her at the masquerade ball
my mother hosted,
but she left
before I could learn her name.
Ah, yes.
I was searching for her,
but since I have been held hostage
at my own cottage…
If this lady is important to you,
do not let her be like
one of the projects in your study,
something you are passionate about today
but forget about tomorrow.
You owe it to yourself
to dedicate yourself
to something.
Oh.
-A pleasing color, ma'am.
-Thank you, Varley.
Since I made room
by giving you some of my old dresses,
I've had to purchase a few replacements.
Ma'am,
I thought you said that money was scarce.
And I thought I made myself clear that
discussing money with family is unseemly.
But we are not family. I…
I am your employee.
I assist Mrs. Bridgerton
with Lady Whistledown.
I keep your many secrets.
I have seen us through the worst of times,
and my reward is witnessing you
disport yourself in your new wares
while I can barely afford to buy anything
practical to wear on my rare day off.
I care dearly for you
and your girls,
but in spite of all that I do,
I am not a member of this family, ma'am.
Well.
If you believe that you will be happier
in another household,
then I shall not beg you to stay.
If you wish to leave… go.
These are from Switzerland.
-And these are French.
-Hm.
I do not know where these are from,
but I had those brought to me
from Germany.
They are delightful.
Your Majesty,
have you replaced Lady Baird,
the lady-in-waiting whom you dismissed?
I was sharing my bonbons.
And they are exquisite.
Your taste is discerning.
I was only thinking
that perhaps it is time
to find you a new lady-in-waiting?
You deserve a full court.
Yes. I shall talk to the royal secretary.
If you do not mind, Your Majesty,
I should very much like the honor
of choosing your new lady-in-waiting.
I believe I may have some idea
of what you might need.
Do you?
-Agatha.
-Mm.
I do not need any of them.
They are all dull.
Then let me find you someone who is not.
If you wish, you may make the attempt,
but you will fail.
I believe my taste in ladies
may be as discerning
as your taste in bonbons.
I shall bring you someone
whose presence you will enjoy.
Mm!
Heavenly.
Sophie.
Mr. Bridgerton.
It is good to see you at the easel.
Yes.
I am finally starting to feel
more like… myself.
You will be relieved to know
Mrs. Crabtree gave me
a clean bill of health.
I am glad to hear it.
For I have been thinking
that I should like to return to London.
Oh.
I woke up thinking the same thing.
Well then, we are agreed.
I am eager to see what employment
you are able to find for me.
Idle hands and all.
Yes, I am eager to help you and… return
to my affairs.
Of course.
Sophie, I, um…
Yes?
I hope you do not…
I apologize.
It was improper.
I regret it.
You need not apologize.
As soon as we're on the road,
we need not speak of it ever again.
Thank you.
It is not that I do not enjoy
your company, Francesca,
but… we have been sitting here
for quite some time.
Apologies. I simply… uh…
Thank you.
At Gunter's, the…
pinnacle we were speaking of…
Yes.
I do not know what the pinnacle is,
or means,
or where to find it,
or how to acquire it or…
What is a pinnacle?
Have you discussed this with John?
My husband?
I cannot very well admit
I have not known this entire time.
Francesca, it is common.
-Think about learning pianoforte.
-I beg you.
No similes, no analogies,
no sentimentalities. I just need answers.
Very well.
Um… It is a…
sensation that…
occurs between your legs
and spreads throughout your entire body.
Your heart will begin to race.
You may gasp for air
or shout into the night.
It'd feel like the height of pleasure.
Oh.
It cannot always only be achieved
through the action of love.
It can help to be spontaneous to create
a sense of excitement or anticipation,
like a bird staring at a warm biscuit.
Forgive me. No more similes.
- Hm.
- Oh.
Francesca.
What a surprise to see you here.
Eloise.
-Yes, we were… just discussing--
-Marriage.
Tedious married people things.
Oh, do not tell me.
Are you exhausted
by the terribly onerous task
of selecting the right spoons?
Biscuits, actually.
Yes, how to keep them warm.
Sir.
Ah.
Lady Bridgerton.
Apologies for the intrusion.
It is anything but.
I am delighted to see you.
I, uh…
wanted to tell you… Well, I feel
it would be best if I shared with you--
-Violet…
-No. Let me say this.
Or I shall swoon from embarrassment.
I may swoon regardless.
It has been a long time
since I spent time alone with someone,
a man.
I have never… Edmund was my husband,
and there was no one after him,
so I put that part of myself away
when he died.
-If you do not wish--
-No, I wish to. I wish to very much.
Oh, very much.
Very much. It's…
Well, there are the children.
My children, and they are marvelous,
but all of them,
they are like dogs on a fox,
and I cannot be their fox.
We would need to be discreet,
and I cannot cause them any harm.
I cannot answer
the questions they'll have.
I can barely speak to you, and you are
the person-- I cannot be their fox.
-If I may--
-No, there is more. I…
No, I am… uh, mature now.
My body… Well, I have had eight children
with this body, and I am different now.
All of me is different.
How will that be?
Well, it worked with Edmund very well,
but I do not know if it was
because it was my Edmund, or…
Will it feel like that with another?
How could it? But perhaps it can.
I want it to. I want to be seen and…
touched…
by you.
I…
I am nervous.
I understand if this makes you wish…
I will not blame you if hearing all this,
you do not want me.
I want you.
If possible, I want you more.
You've shown me yourself.
I'm grateful.
We need be in no hurry.
I am content
as long as I'm in your presence.
Of tempests and butterflies,
this author does believe in
the power of a little thing
to change the circumstances of the world.
But sometimes, no matter how hard
a little thing flaps its wings…
I assume you have
a route to London you wish to offer?
…if the wind blows the wrong way…
No.
It would not be my place.
…everything goes back
to exactly the way it was.