Netflix original drama Bridgerton dropped its second season March 25, 2022.
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Antony Bridgerton
Lord Antony Bridgerton searches for a Viscountess outside of Victorian era London, England.
“She’s requested time. I told everyone this would happen, now we’re late for the queen.” — Antony Bridgerton
“My task this season cannot be exceptionally difficult. Hastings did it after all. How hard can it be? I do not need feeling. What I need is what I have, and that is a list. Tolerable, dutiful, suitable enough hips for childbearing, and at least half a brain. And that last part is not so much a requirement but a preference, in fact.” — Antony Bridgerton
“Was anyone else aware that dear Colin has decided to add Albania or some such place to his itinerary as he gads about the world? Uh, I’m afraid I must pass. Too many calls on my funds today. Now that the season has started, I need to fill your coffers at the modiste and oversee the hiring of extra staff. Your ring. When you get the chance, I need it. The fields by Ferryhallow. I was thinking we might hold off on leasing them due to the hard frost. The frost hardens the soil, saps it of nutrients. Father’s betrothal ring. Not particularly. And all the young ladies looked the same. Like ladies. I’d simply like to be prepared for when the opportunity presents itself. I’ve compiled an index of the season’s eligible misses and arranged interviews. Very well. I’m not in need of coddling. I assure you all, everything is in order.” — Antony Bridgerton
“Are you looking forward to being a mother? What number do you have in mind? If your daughter had a penchant for overspending, how would you deal with that? We must secure a new lady’s maid for Eloise, now that she is out. Ensure she is even more strong-willed than the last. What are those? But do you read? And your Greek?” — Antony Bridgerton
“Whoa, there. Miss, are you in trouble? Come on. Come on. Careful, now! Whoa, there! Enjoying your victory lap? You’ll not be afforded such an ample head-start this time. Does your maid know you are riding astride? Then you’re married. Forgive me. Then you are lost. Mayfair? Well, then– you worry about being seen. Your secret is safe. I shall not tell a soul. How grateful I am. Losing races to strange women in such parks at dawn. I can only imagine the questions I would be asked. Was it not? If we had decided on a finish line together, but alas, we made no such agreement. I shall have you– in the rare instances it occurs, I’d admit that I have either lost or am in the wrong. Mayfair is not right ahead. It’s the other way entirely. Not lost, you said? We have not yet been introduced. It is not a man’s appearance or title that will woo you. It is his mind and spirit that will court yours. He will speak in a manner that only your heart can hear. That is what you are looking for. That is the true love you deserve.” — Antony Bridgerton
“It truly is a sparse crop. Good evening. Spanish dance?” — Antony Bridgerton
“Whatever for? Enjoy your freedom while it lasts. You, too, will soon submit to this ridiculous rigmarole of courtship. Squiring every eligible miss around town until you’re barely able to see straight. You may be cavalier, but if I must leg-shackle myself in marriage, the lady in question should have more to recommend her. Love is the last thing I desire. But if my children are to be of good stock, then their mother must be of impeccable quality. A pleasing face, an acceptable wit, genteel manners enough to credit a viscountess. It should not be hard to find. And yet, the debutantes of London fall short at every turn. I shall have no problem there. I shall be there anon.” — Antony Bridgerton
“Is someone there? I can hear y… you. I never got your name. I was wondering if we’d meet again. You were eavesdropping? You take issue with them? None of that was meant– so, you find my smile pleasing.” — Antony Bridgerton
Kate Sharma
“Apologies, sir. I did not mean to cause anyone concern. I have no maid. I am not lost either. I’m on my way back to Mayfair. It is just ahead. I appreciate your attention, sir, but I assure you I am perfectly safe. Perhaps we pretend this encounter never took place? You allow me to go my way, and you go yours. I worry about meeting strange men in parks at dawn who fail to leave me alone with their questions. Is that what that was? A race? Does one not need actual competition for a race? I see you are not one for losing. I beg your pardon? Good day, sir. Let’s go. I’m afraid that is not possible. Not when I have a victory lap to enjoy.”
“Apologies. I hope I did not keep you waiting long. The gardens here are so lovely. After such a long journey, I found that I wanted some freshness and morning air. But, uh… I am here now. Almost. We have almost all arrived. There is also Newton. Did you hear that, Edwina? Six and twenty, ma’am. But it should truly be of no concern, as I assure you I am not here to find a husband for myself, only for my sister, who, indeed, stands quite tall and smiles rather exquisitely. Even more so when she speaks French, I rather think. She is accomplished in both Latin and Greek, in addition to Marathi and Hidustani, of course. She not only plays sitar and maruli, but pianoforte too. And as for dancing, well, it is quite remarkable, if I do say so myself. And I do say so, considering it was I who taught my sister the cotillion, the quadrille, the waltz. Self-taught, naturally, but still quite remarkable nonetheless. I hope you did not go to too much trouble, finding all of those instructors? My mama did not err in her description of you, a woman of such grace and kindness. I am sure we have much to learn from you, such as the preparation of this most excellent tea. Mm-hmm? Indeed. Delighted to make your acquaintence, Lady Danbury. My sister and I do look forward to your sponsorship this season.”
“No. These are for you, Bon. We have come to London to find your husband, not mine. Ah. Who shall be perfectly happy doting on my many nieces and nephews one day soon. I shall spoil them exceedingly. You do know that, yes? What is it? How could they not? Is this what troubles you? That was many years ago. We are sisters. This place may feel different, but it will never change the way you and I see each other. Besides, you heard Lady Danbury. She will smooth everything over. She is on our side. Yes. Now, never mind her. The dowager is not half as frightening as she thinks she is. You must be excited. This is the first chapter of a happy story. All you have to do this evening is remember what it is you are looking for. Hmm. Mm-hmm. This one? They will not be ready.”
“Just remember to breathe, Bon. I will not be taking to the floor tonight, Lady Danbury. Come now. I am long past all of that. The only match I am interested in is for my sister. She trusts me implicitly. Now, what about the Duke of Suffolk? According to Debrett’s, he should be quite the catch this year.”
“I know that gentleman. Of course. It must be my mistake. Yes. I suppose he is. Corning, you said? I do not recall reading of Corning’s family in my research.”
“Pardon me, my lord. So you might discern if my wit is acceptable, my manners genteel? It was hardly an effort, seeing as you were proclaiming your many requirements for a wife loud enough for the entire party to hear. I take issue with any man who views women merely as chattels and breeding stock. Viscount Bridgerton, yes? When you manage to find this paragon of virtue, whatever makes you think she will accept your suit? Are the young ladies of London truly so easily won by a pleasing smile and absolutely nothing more? I find your opinion of yourself entirely too high. Your character is as deficient as your horsemanship. I shall bid you good night.”
“Lady Danbury, we wish to leave. What is clear is we are woefully unprepared to navigate this lion’s den. I am sure Edwina’s absence will only make her that much more desirable.”
Lady Mary Sharma
“Well, what do you mean she was not in her room? Lady Danbury. Oh, how delightful it is to see you. Allow me to introduce to you my youngest, Miss Edwina Sharma. Yes. My eldest. Kate. There you are, dearest. My eldest, Lady Danbury. Kate Sharma. It will make for a most spectacular entrance to society, indeed. I cannot tell you how eager the young ladies are for the upcoming season. So Her Majesty will be in attendance, then, at the ball? Of course. Yes, they are, quite. Kate, dear? Might Newton require a walk before he makes his mess all over these fine carpets?”
“Oh. So soon, Lady Danbury? Charmed. My mama is already in our carriage. We will see you at home.”
Edwina Sharma
“I went to find her after awakening, but she was not there. A true pleasure, Lady Danbury. I am so grateful for your hospitality. Your home, it is magnificent. Kate!”
“Mama tells us you host the first ball of every season, Lady Danbury. Well, that sounds delightful. Now, I have made all the arrangements.”
“Are you thinking of wearing that one? It is quite beautiful. Yes. You are but a dear old maid. I… only hope they like me tonight. Mama is doing that thing she always does when she is worried. The gossip she endured after marrying Appa had to have been unbearable do you not think? Everyone will still have questions. About our family. About how you and I are related. The dowager is more formidable than I imagined. She will have your head when she learns of your secret morning ride. Are you certain no one saw you? Someone charming. And handsome, of course. A prince or a duke, perhaps.”
“Who? He is very handsome. I would be delighted, my lord. It truly was a magnificent soiree, Lady Danbury. We are most grateful.”
Queen Charlotte
“I yearn for someone fresh, someone unexpected, to turn this season on its head. That is what we need. There is no room for indifference. Apathy is a blight the monarchy simply cannot endure. Do you think she will return? We have heard nary a peep from Lady Whistledown since last season ended. Perhaps the writer came to her senses. Perhaps she realized taking on her queen was a bad idea, and she will never publish again. Or she simply left for the country, as the rest of us did in the off-season, bored by the lack of any real gossip. You do know what that would make her, then? One of us.”
“What is the meaning of this? I’ve seen enough. I have seen enough! Well, there is no reason for concern, Lady Mary. You will be with me, after all. Hmm! Well– Kate feels quite passionately about her sister’s prospects this season. So many flowers, when what I really seek is a gem.”
“Lady Danbury. A delightful soiree, as expected. Though my own later this week will be much more exclusive. And rightly so. A high honor, indeed. I hear you have made quite a journey to join us again after all these years, Lady Mary. If only you had extended the courtesy of offering your queen a final farewell before you left.”
“I shall not be hustled into making my selection. Not by anyone. Take this away. And bring me a list of the peerage.”
Lady Danbury
“Of course, Your Majesty. But remember, a young lady cannot be a diamond until you anoint her as such. So if for any reason you do not find one among the candidates today– it is a convincing theory, ma’am. Hmm. Hmm.”
“Your move, Your Majesty.”
“Lady Mary. And you. After all these years. You look well. Ah. Consider it yours for the season. Though, I was expecting another? Kate. Yes. Well, she did get off the shop with you last night, did she not? Hmm.
Well, now that we are all arrived– I beg your pardon? Is he still upstairs?”
“Yes. I have appropriated a conservatory for this year’s festivities. As am I. I would’ve ensured their presentation to Her Majesty the Queen, I would’ve ensured their presentation to Her Majesty the Queen, but I thought it wise for me to examine their deportment prior to their first engagement. Her Majesty is most discerning, you understand. Well, there is no reason for concern, Lady Mary. Now, I have made all the arrangements. The pianoforte is turned, the instructors hired. Dance lessons begin at noon, followed by a short but comprehensive visit from a lovely French tutor I have secured. Well, stand up. Both of you. Could you, uh– exceptional posture. Beautiful smiles. The age of the elder miss may raise concern. Any suitable gentleman will require some persuading, whether we like it or not, as she will already be regarded as an old maid at the mature age of… not at all.”
“Ah. The Marquis of Ashdown. A little young, to be sure, but he has 10,000 a year. The Earl of Gloucester. His wife recently died of influenza. He might make a particularly estimable addition to your dance card this evening, Miss Sharma. Is there someone back home you’ve yet to tell me about? The duke flaunts his mistresses. I assure you, Miss Sharma, I have our prospects well in hand. Ah. There she is. Your Majesty, I would not like to compare. Your Majesty, may I present Lady Mary Sharma, whom you must remember. And may I present her daughters, Miss Sharma and Miss Edwina Sharma, my personal special guests for the season. Oh, I do relish a challenge.”
“The Viscount? I do not believe I have yet made an introduction. Though you have quite the eye. Viscount Bridgerton is wealthy, well-connected, and from one of the ton’s most illustrious families. Apparently hoping to marry this season, he may very well be our most eligible bachelor, indeed. Lord Corning. I was hoping to see you this evening. Allow me to introduce Miss Sharma and Miss Edwina Sharma. The Baron Corning. It does not matter what you have and have not read. It is unacceptable here for a lady to decline a dance with a gentleman unless she’s already reserved by another. I see we have much to learn.”
“There are a few guests whose absence I might not have regretted. You and I have common interests this season, it seems. And I look forward to showing these other mamas how the game ought to be played. Though, it appears you have already stoked the fire by informing them of the viscount’s intentions for this season. They all must come around eventually, I suppose. Miss Sharma, allow me to introduce you– people are watching, my dear. You are clearly upset– not if I have something to say about it. And as you very well know, I always have something to say.”
“Not on my chair!”
Lady Violet Bridgerton
“Thank goodness you’re here. Are we sure she’s in there? Quiet! She may hear you. Anthony.”
“Now, let us see it. And your curtsy, dearest. Tell your sister how you managed such balance. My darling girl. No matter what, you will always be a diamond to me. I don’t know what this means.”
“If you are to catch the queen’s eye after that interruption, you must be perfection. I believe it was the interruption that was perfection. Joining us for tea, Anthony? I beg your pardon? That is very well. But you requested my ring? The opportunity? Interviews? Dearest, I shall be more than happy to give you my ring when you find someone with whom you are very much in love. Besides, it is in safekeeping at Aubrey Hall. See that he is quite well.”
“Stop fussing with your dress. You look lovely, dear. Even Daphne felt most apprehensive at her first official ball, and look how well her season turned out. Oh. Uh… uh… oh, I am sure there is someone here who will charm you. After all, this is the season the viscount intends to find a wife. I believe I did. That must be her. The older one.”
“Eloise? There you are, dear. Come. There is someone I would like you to meet. Have you seen your brother or sister? Lady Danbury. Splendid evening. For the most part. I do hope I am not one of them. I heard. Your wards, I look forward to meeting them. My son said he was ready. Who am I to question it? Well, it would seem both of us may have our hands full this year.”
“Some tea, my lord?”
Eloise Bridgerton
“If one of you utters a single word… let us get this over with.”
“No. Do not patronize me. And give me that! It is not too late. You could say I collapsed. That I got something unmentionable on my gown. All the feathers affected my senses. Anything, Mama, to get me out of doing this. If Penelope were here… does this mean I can go?”
“I can hear you. Might we be done? No. But how happy for him that he can simply decide to do that.”
“Daphne provided me a list of recommendations for a successful season. Private advice regarding the top ten ways in which to entrap a man. I’m telling you, Pen, the season has barely begun and already I feel touched in the head. Another quill? You do get through them at an extraordinary rate. To the new heir? Is he here yet? Oh. In fairness, I have stopped reading his letters. He rambles. No. But, then again, Colin has, in fact, been somewhere, unlike her. I was delighted by the diversion, to be sure. But, I sat with her paper all morning, and in truth, all she does is repeat what she hears. But what tis she saying with those words? Truly, I did not mind Whistledown’s silence the last ten months, as it finally gave me some time to read a few articles of substance. ‘My own sex, I hope, will excuse me if I treat them like rational creatures, instead of flattering their fascinating graces.’ Wollstonecraft. Imagine if Whistledown wrote like this, instead of simply turning our eye to every newly-minted debutante. Perhaps then we might find our respite from the tedious sequence of tea parties and balls. I rather think the only reason Whistledown writes about such things is because she is not an active participant in them. Hmm.”
“I look like a prize calf, trussed up for auction. Oh, right. There you are. Oh, Pen, I’m so glad to see you. Mama is already being insufferable. Apologies, gentlemen. I regret to inform you that my dance card is already full. I am merely following my sister’s valuable advice. She told me that it is of the utmost importance for a lady’s dance card to be filled with all of the right names.”
“Ah. Pen! Pen. Are you going somewhere? The air or the dreary conversation? I do suppose this is the one benefit of being out. I have you to run off with. We shall never have to be alone.”
“Perhaps some warm milk may be better. Might I go and read now?”
Benedict Bridgerton
“No offense, Sister, but you are the last person she’d like to see. Climbed through the window, the chimney–“
“Ah. Spoken with such feeling too. I believe she can hear you. Shocking that Eloise Bridgerton was not named the season diamond, was it not? Did someone catch your eye at the presentation, Brother? Me?”
“Come, Sister. The cakes at these occasions are surprisingly good. They managed to escape you? Good for them.”
Daphne Bridgerton
“Is this the plan? We do not have time. Stand back. What does that mean? Where else would she be? I left my husband and child at home for this.”
“Just remember to remain composed. And control your emotions. Her majesty does not take kindly to any hint of hysterics. I found a small smile worked best to appear open and approachable, but not too eager. Simply locate a stationary object and keep your eyes set. I used a painting nearby. We practiced it. Several times. You have natural gifts– smile. Eloise. Truly, I cannot say I will song for any of this. Best of luck to you, Brother. You shall certainly need it this season.”
Lady Portia Featherington
“Hush! The new Lord Featherington shall see to that, when he finally decides to show his miserly face.”
“Penelope? How many times must I warn you to be wary of that window? Do you wish to appear like a befreckled beggar spending all day in the sun?”
“How do you think she does it? Certainly not by herself.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Varley. Potatoes would be lovely. Calm yourselves. As I have told you, once the new Lord Featherington arrives, we will be provided for. Because he wishes to make us suffer. The new Lord Featherington is off somewhere, delighting in our misfortune, because the man is as cruel as can be. I hear he cast his only son out to the Americas for daring to question his word. I tremble to think where he will send the rest of us if he has a mind. Cornwall, perhaps. Of course not. The man may be an old, bitter curmudgeon, but he is a gentleman and he will keep a gentleman’s agreement. Which is why we must waste no time in finding matches for the lot of you. Unless you are all betrothed by the time our cousin arrives to claim the Featherington estate, we shall be at his mercy. And then… heaven help us all.”
“Is that Lady Mary Sheffield Sharma? I can’t believe she would show her face here again. Mr. and Mrs. Finch. Yes. It has been a difficult time, indeed. Darkness has been our candle in recent months. ‘Unsettled.’ That is the precise word, Mr. Finch, because I, too, have been… …very unsettled, indeed. Shaken to the bone, in fact, by… …by grief. Missing my dear, dear, very dear husband.”
“Good night, young ladies! The candlesticks, see what they’re worth.”
Penelope Featherington
“Of course not, Mama. My apologies. It is here.”
“‘For all of you.’ My mistress changed her mind. You’re new to this arrangement, so I’ll say this only once. What my mistress wants, she gets. For whatever reason, that would be you at the moment. That doesn’t make you special, Mr. Harris. Printers in this town are ten-a-penny. But there’s only one Lady Whistledown, and she could just as easily take her business elsewhere. So it’s 18, not a penny more. And the delivery boys need a wage increase. They’re running around town while you get to sit on your lazy arse. Then my mistress thanks you for your services.”
“I am off to the market with my maid, Mama. I have just a tiny bit of pin money left, and I–“
“I have been busy with my correspondence. No. I only mean, Colin has been keeping me informed of his adventures in Greece. He’s certainly no Lady Whistledown. Well, I thought you revered Whistledown. Did her arrival not save you from your presentation to the queen? Someone must report the gossip. Does she not have a way with words? Rather haughty. Oh. Everyone has their theory, I suppose.”
“Have all the staff truly departed? If there is nary a penny for new dresses or staff, there is none for her dowry.”
“At least she did not see fit to dress you as a sunflower. I declare a bee might mistake me for the real thing. How can you tell? Is she wilting? Lord Byron? Wellington? Eloise, these names are false!”
“I was… just getting some air. It is so very stifling in the ballroom. My thoughts exactly. Delightful evening, Mama! Night, Sister!”
“Can you go any faster? My mistress apologizes for the delay. This is for today. It must print before noon. Last edition’s takings, yes? 800 copies at five pence apiece, sold for eight pence each, minus the delivery boys’ wages, there should be eleven pounds, two shillings here altogether. My mistress is willing to take an even ten. You get to keep the surplus for your rapid service. These delays will be more frequent now due to an… unforeseen circumstance, so, it’s really a bargain.”
“Clever indeed!”
Prudence Featherington
“Could we not have appealed to the queen, Mama? After having mourned dear Papa for so very long, perhaps Her Majesty might extend a kindness and allow us to be presented again. Mr. Finch may very well still change his mind.”
“Potatoes? Again? A season with no new dresses, nor servants. Are we to empty our chamber pots too? Well, where is he? Why is he taking so long? Cornwall?”
Philipa Featherington
“I see no need to go through all of that again when I myself am already betrothed to Mr. Finch.”
“Why are we always eating potatoes? Mama, I cannot do that. Well, I suppose you may visit Mr. Finch and me. He shall prevent me from marrying?”
“Dearest.”
Mrs. Varley
“Particularly when he notices there is still no dowry.”
“Would you like me to prepare some potatoes for the ladies downstairs, ma’am? Because these days, I am the housekeeper, lady’s maid, scullery maid, and cook. Though I am quite good at boiling the veg. You could always sell the silverware. The dinner service should fetch a handsome price.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Hyacinth Bridgerton
“I just think it’s important… no, no, no. Gregory, you…”
“She’s practically melting.”
“I do not think she’s very good. I thought all the young ladies looked beautiful.”
Francesca Bridgerton
“Shh! Let her come out on her own. Of course she is. I hear something.”
“Here. Allow me. Oh!”
Gregory Bridgerton
“Ow! Watch my feet!”
Lord Finch
“My love.”
“It is rather clever the way she uses plant puns to belittle.”
Lady Finch
“Lady Featherington. It is a delightful surprise to see you in attendance. I told you it was so soon. Our apologies, Lady Featherington. Do let us know when you are more… settled. Yes?”
Mr. Finch
“After such a long mourning period. Almost as long as our son has been courting Philippa, if you can imagine. Mmm. Have you come unaccompanied? Or has the new heir finally come to manage this unsettled business of your daughter’s dowry? You told me you wished for the boy the be out of the house!”
Court
“Miss Cordelia Patridge. The Lady Abigail Evans. Miss Mary Ann Hallewell. Miss Margaret Goring. The Dowager Viscountess Bridgerton and Miss Eloise Bridgerton. But Your Majesty, there are still–“
Cressida Cowper
“Is she truly that good a writer?”
“A scandal, mama?”
Lady Cowper
“Lady Mary was the incomparable of our season, until she fell in love with and married some kind of clerk, I hear. The two of them absconded to India thereafter. Lady Mary’s parents, the Sheffields, never lived down the shame, did they? Hmm.”
Lady Eaton
“A maharajah I would have understood, but the man was no more than a common worker who already had a child. Too ashamed to show their faces in London. If only every family could be as respectable as ours. Yes, Lady Featherington?”
Print Shop
“Eighteen? We agreed on 20. Yes, ma’am.”
“Lawks, I thought you weren’t coming.”
Suitor 1
Oh, very much. I am quite close with my brothers and sister. I love children. Of children? Four. Or five. No. Perhaps six.”
Suitor 2
“Three children is what I have always wanted, my lord.”
Footman
“Uh, accounts requiring your signature, my lord. Five and twenty more, my lord.”
Suitor 3
“The harp is a wonderful instrument, my lord, teaching one patience, strength, and an appreciation for beauty, of course. Books?”
Suitor 4
“I am fluent in French, Italian, Latin.”
Suitor 5
“Apologies, my lord. I much prefer a quadrille.”
Suitor 6
“I sing. I dance. I can divide and multiply. I even construct my own hats.”
Debutants
“Lady Bridgerton. Lord Bridgerton. Dance, please, Lord Bridgerton?”
Random Lord
“And they say Millerson has a whelp in the country. Spitting image of his father.”
Lord Corning
“It is a pleasure. Miss Edwina, would you honor me with a dance?”
Lord Fife
“Bridgerton! I owe you a drink. With you as the prize catch of the season, the rest of us shall receive a respite from the marriage-minded mamas this season, indeed. And more pleasurable partners. Do not tell us you are hoping for a love match? Smoking room, gentlemen?”
“The sister is dreadful.”
Lord Cho
“Miss Bridgerton. May I request your next dance?”
Lord Stanley
“Or might I accompany you to fetch some lemonade? You seem parched. Or punch, if you prefer? A plant pun, if you’re wondering. Is one lady unlike any other? Simply pick the least objectionable and get her wed, bed, and bred. Then you can return to more pleasurable pursuits. You want the best. Perhaps the queen will finally name a diamond. Save you some trouble. At least, of choosing her. Wooing the piece will be a different story, indeed.”
“The younger one would do, if the eldest just got out of the way.”
Brimsley
“Of course, Your Majesty.”
The Marquiss of Ashdown
“Oh! Are those marbles? What fun!”
Lady Whistledown
“Dearest gentle reader. Did you miss me? As the members of our esteemed ton lazily sojourned in their rustic retreats, this author was doing but one thing. Honing my skills. Or should I say, hatching my plans?”
“No, even better. I was sharpening my knives… …for all of you. Questions abound as tot his author’s identity and means. Seeking those answers shall prove fruitless, indeed.”
“There is, of course, another unknown identity at present. Though, this one you will be able to unearth. I speak of the season’s diamond, wherever she may be.”
“There is nothing quite like the sweet-scented smell of success. But after taking in the scene from last night’s festivities, it is clear the season won’t be quite so fragrant for everyone. The Viscount Bridgeton’s own mama may have loudly declared her eldest son’s lofty intentions to marry, yet I cannot be the only one wondering if this former Capital-R Rake is, indeed, ready to flourish. Perhaps the viscount, like the rest of us, is simply waiting for the queen to finally name her diamond. Or perhaps this author should take matters into her own hands.”
“Though, of the many purportedly well-trained and bred hothouse flowers on display this year, this author must wonder if a more surprising choice might still be in store. Whichever darling miss receives such high esteem, let us hope there is a suitor available of only the sharpest wit, lest his dry musing leave a young lady wilting like a parched rose.”
