Из тени

Фельетон леди Уислдаун.

Дорогой читатель,

мы слишком долго были в разлуке.

Наконец-то высшее общество

вернулось в Лондон.

Как и ваша покорная слуга.

Хорошо быть дома.

Абсолютно согласна.

В начале сезона,

разумеется, все задаются вопросом,

кто из свежеиспеченных дебютанток

будет сиять ярче всех?

В этом году подобрался

блистательный состав.

Поговаривают, что восхитительная

мисс Малхотра станет

весьма желанной добычей.

Мисс Стоуэлл считают

самой образованной молодой леди.

Кроткая мисс Хартиган

безусловно придется по вкусу

светским кавалерам.

Мисс Кенворти очаровывает,

излучая уверенность и харизму.

И конечно же мисс Бэрраган,

безусловно выделяющаяся из общей массы.

Она упомянула меня!

Вижу, твое дело процветает.

Как и твое.

И не будем забывать,

если нам захочется немного шумихи,

в этом году дебютирует

еще она Бриджертон.

Я ничего не слышу.

Она знает, что мы подслушиваем.

Уверена, всё хорошо.

Как у тебя в прошлом году?

Сейчас другое дело.

- Франческа…

- Затихла.

Может, онемела от восторга,

увидев то гигантское перо.

Мечтаю его надеть.

Возможно, она его проглотила.

- Мы еще не готовы ехать?

- Мы можем чем-то помочь?

Попроси того, кто играет внизу,

перестать, чтобы было лучше слышно.

Разумеется, но разве это как раз не…

Кто еще в этом доме

станет играть на рояле?

Точно не я.

Франческа?

О, вот ты где. Милая.

Франческа.

- Франческа!

- Не нужно кричать.

Все те уроки музыки в Бате

принесли свои плоды.

Хорошо играешь.

Как ты тут очутилась?

- Я всё утро торчу у двери.

- Рано встала.

Оделась, позавтракала в саду.

Ведь это самый обычный день.

Едем?

Возможно, беспокоиться не о чем.

Ты оценила, что именно она играла?

Похоронный марш Моцарта.

О боже.

Помимо дебютанток

обсуждают то,

кто из джентльменов станет

главной добычей сезона.

Ведь юным леди нужен

кто-то сногсшибательный,

за чье внимание они будут бороться.

Кем бы ни оказалась

самая блестящая пара этого года,

будем надеяться, что сам процесс

доставит нам некоторое удовольствие.

- Чего они так расшумелись?

- Видно, почувствовали добычу.

- Это…

- Наш брат.

Колин.

Семья.

Простите, что задержался.

Пробки перед торжеством.

А поприветствовать?

Эл.

Ты переоденешься или…

А то нынешнее положение дел

уже наскучило вашей покорной слуге.

БРИДЖЕРТОНЫ

- Расскажи про свои приключения.

- Да.

В прошлом году ты выложил

всё про Средиземноморье

еще до завтрака.

Верно. Под лучами какого

заморского солнца ты так возмужал?

Я был нигде и везде.

- Не стану утомлять подробностями.

- Кто ты?

- Что сделал с нашим братом?

- Мне была нужна эта разлука.

Чтобы взглянуть на всё со стороны.

Мне бы тоже это… не помешало.

Что?

Мисс Энн Хартиган.

Ее представляет мать,

достопочтенная леди Хартиган.

Мисс Долорес Стоуэлл.

Она меня возненавидела.

Ну что ты. Ты была прекрасна.

Мисс Клара Ливингстон.

Что-то принести, Ваше Величество?

Пожалуй, гроб.

Сегодня здесь такая тоска,

что она вот-вот раньше времени

сведет меня в могилу.

Мисс Александра Мур.

Ее представляет мать,

достопочтенная леди Мур.

С каких это пор

ты стал появляться незаметно?

С каких это пор ты полюбила рюши?

В этом сезоне это в моде.

Мисс Натали Грин.

Ее представляет мать,

достопочтенная леди Грин.

Это же твой дебют, Франческа.

Неужели ты не рада?

Начав выходить в свет,

я могу кого-то встретить.

Было бы здорово иметь свой дом.

Ты всего неделю как вернулась из Бата,

а уже хочешь покинуть нас.

Нет. Просто мне хочется покоя.

Если ты ищешь покоя, боюсь,

всё это будет для тебя чересчур.

Знаешь, даже Дафна…

Мама, не надо беспокоиться.

Если я уживаюсь в хаосе нашего дома,

значит, справлюсь и с сезоном.

Мисс Франческа Бриджертон.

Ее представляет мать,

достопочтенная

вдовствующая леди Бриджертон.

Дебютантка Бриджертон, Ваше Величество.

Вам везло с Бриджертонами.

Мисс Уинифред Бэрраган.

Ее представляет мать,

достопочтенная баронесса Бэрраган.

Без сомнения наша свадьба

была гораздо красивее вашей.

Мне понравилась наша свадьба.

Да. Говорят,

перестарков легче впечатлить.

Ради удовольствия невесты

я женюсь на ней еще раз.

И еще. Лишь бы ты была счастлива.

Потратив на это все деньги

дражайшей покойной тети Петунии?

Слава богу, что она упокоилась.

Как раз к нашему медовому месяцу.

Мне нравилась тетя Петуния.

Ну разумеется.

Скучная старая дева,

уткнувшаяся в книги.

Вовсе не скучная.

Просто ей не было дела до всех вас.

Довольно.

Сегодня мы вернемся в общество.

Наши финансы в порядке.

И ни один мужчина не может

нам указывать. Насладимся этим днем.

Мэм, позволите высказаться?

Варли, ты всегда это делаешь.

Эта история с тетей Петунией…

Не в обиду покойной,

но разве кто поверит, что старая дева,

у которой всю жизнь ни гроша не было,

могла оставить вам состояние?

Ради бога. В Лондоне никто не знал,

как она жила.

Она вполне могла

прятать горшки с золотом под полом.

Правда имеет обыкновение всплывать.

Но вам виднее.

Вот ты где.

Покончила с дневной порцией грез?

О да. Идем?

Где она?

Одно дело не выбрать бриллиант

во время представления.

Но не появиться

на мероприятии в ее честь -

это совсем другое.

Неужели наши девочки

настолько не оправдали ожиданий?

Они выглядят довольно… задумчивыми.

Вы вернулись ради чего-то конкретного?

В поисках чего-то? Или кого-то?

Хотите знать, намерен ли я

жениться в этом сезоне?

Боюсь, я вас разочарую.

Хотя, если я чему

и научился в странствиях,

так это тому, что нужно быть

готовым к неожиданностям.

Надо же.

Это же Пенелопа Фэзерингтон.

Снова в платье цвета…

- Крессида.

- Элоиза!

Вот ты где. Я тебя искала.

А я - тебя.

Выпьем лимонада?

Отличная идея. Умираю от жажды.

Разве не здорово вернуться в город?

В деревне такая глушь и тоска.

Для кого-то

это глоток «свежего воздуха».

Разумеется. Мне посчастливилось

подружиться там с тобой.

Но всё равно

именно в Лондоне я в своей тарелке.

А рядом с тобой сезон будет еще лучше.

Разумеется.

Я с детства мечтаю о будущем муже.

Он должен быть красивым,

романтичным, умным.

Не забудь про воспитание и рост.

Я всегда представляла того,

кто пишет стихи. Но главное -

от одного взгляда на него

должны быть бабочки в животе.

А вы, мисс Франческа?

Полагаю, кто-то… добрый.

Ну, это очевидно. Злого никто не хочет.

Нет, конечно же нет.

Неделя после медового месяца.

А мой сын уже оставил тебя

бродить в одиночестве.

В наше отсутствие кипа бумаг

на столе Энтони выросла до потолка.

- Если повезет, успеет к первому балу.

- Будем надеяться.

В этом сезоне целых две сестры

на выданье. Впереди много работы.

Она очень спокойна, верно?

Практичная девушка.

Верно. Но практичность - антоним любви.

Не терпится увидеть, как она справится.

А Элоиза?

Я не понимаю эту новую дружбу.

Но в прошлом сезоне

я так пыталась ей помочь,

что она чуть не покинула общество.

Так что вмешиваться не буду.

Пока.

Вы всегда так ясно

понимаете своих детей.

Я буду во всём на вас равняться.

Уверена, ты легко меня превзойдешь.

Да, прости меня. Я перееду

в отдельный дом, как только его найду.

Это сложная задача,

когда сразу две дочери на выданье.

Не волнуйтесь.

В Индии матери долго живут с детьми

уже после их свадеб.

Я рада, что вы рядом.

Леди Бриджертон.

- Да.

- Да. О боже.

- Хорошо проводите время?

- О да.

Хотя все заметили отсутствие королевы.

Да.

Думаю, она немного сдержанна,

ведь в прошлом году чутье ее подвело.

Но в итоге всё образовалось

как нельзя лучше.

Я бы не беспокоилась.

Стоит сказать это остальным матерям.

Мои странствия?

Я не могу поведать вам о них.

Ведь вы непременно лишитесь чувств.

А этого нельзя допустить.

Как возможно, что ваши бальные карточки

еще не расписаны кавалерами?

Вы подобны прекрасным цветам. Все вы.

Рассказы о моих похождениях

не предназначены для столь юных леди.

Расскажи я вам хоть самую малость,

мне пришлось бы жениться.

Кругом столько прекрасных леди.

Мужчины будут за вас драться.

Мне не по силам с ними тягаться.

Утром мы обнаружили,

что ночью он сбежал.

Не удосужившись

захватить ружья. Или меня.

Будем надеяться,

что будущий лорд Фэзерингтон

будет более совестливым.

Или склонность к воровству

у вас семейное?

Следующего лорда не будет.

Последний лорд Фэзерингтон

завещал всё свое имущество

моим дочерям.

Как только одна из них

родит наследника.

Правда?

Как насчет прохладительных напитков?

Или чего покрепче?

Пен. Рад тебя видеть.

- Неужели?

- Да.

Кажется, прошли не месяцы, а годы.

За это время многое изменилось.

И не говори.

Но в Париже это был последний писк.

Ты выделяешься. Хотя так всегда было.

В конце концов это всего лишь одежда.

А кругом всё полностью переменилось.

Я ошибаюсь, или Элоиза

ходит под ручку с Крессидой Каупер?

Ты сам сказал:

иногда время летит стремительно.

Почему ты не сказала,

что одна из нас

станет леди Фэзерингтон?

А почему я должна

говорить вам родить сына?

Вы обе замужние женщины.

Разве пекарю говорят печь?

Технически, один из наших сыновей

будет лордом.

А одна из нас - матерью наследника.

«Одна из нас»? Ты причисляешь себя

к нам? А где муж?

Технически, став матерью наследника,

первым делом я избавлюсь

от всех пыльных книг.

А потом сменю жуткие мамины шторы.

Не переживай. Я разрешу тебе

иметь книги. В гардеробе.

Ну да, он же будет пустовать.

Никто не будет вас навещать.

Чтобы что-то унаследовать,

отправляйтесь домой и беритесь за дело.

Может, сначала заедем на пудинг?

Твоя кухарка гораздо лучше нашей.

Сама виновата, что выбрала

человека без титула. Марш!

Будем надеяться,

они не будут торопиться.

Меня утешает то, что ты всегда

будешь рядом, заботиться обо мне.

Я больше не хочу

видеть этот цитрусовый цвет.

И правда, неприятный оттенок.

Но что вызвало

эту внезапную жажду перемен?

Я больше не могу жить дома.

Подчиняться матери было тяжело.

А теперь еще и сестры…

Зависеть от воли самой коварной

или самой простодушной

из всех, кого я знаю…

Я должна найти мужа.

Пора.

Ясно.

У миледи есть на примете кавалер?

Следует быть разумной.

Добрый человек,

который позволит мне

иметь свою жизнь. Сама понимаешь.

Тогда новый образ как нельзя кстати.

Может, что-то из того,

что сейчас носят в Париже?

- Здорово. Откуда он?

- Купил в Марселе.

Мои духи из Парижа?

А эти чудесные игральные карты?

Это испанский?

- Ты побывал во Франции и Испании?

- Мои ноты из Италии.

Сколько городов ты объехал

за четыре месяца?

Если честно, сбился со счета.

Нет, не здесь.

На улице. Где мама не увидит.

Франческа, где твоя сестра?

Элоиза! Пора к модистке.

Из нас хоть кто-то пунктуален?

Мама, это тебе.

Спасибо.

Какая красота.

Правда.

Бог ты мой.

Мы ужасно опаздываем. Франческа.

Элоиза!

Элоиза. Уверен,

ты не рвешься к модистке.

Это тебе.

- Нашла.

- Это книга.

- Редкий баварский текст о правах…

- Я уже читаю.

- «Эмму».

- Роман?

Раньше глупые романы были не для тебя.

Возможно, мой вкус изменился.

Раньше я читала о женщинах,

покинувших общество…

То были выдумки.

А в этой книге есть юмор и правда,

испытания дружбой.

Гораздо правдоподобнее.

Полагаю, пристрастия в дружбе

тоже изменились?

Этим летом Крессида меня удивила.

Она единственная была ко мне добра.

А что Пенелопа?

Наши пути разошлись.

В прошлом сезоне

леди Уислдаун чуть меня не уничтожила.

Битва проиграна.

Я потеряла вкус к войне.

Перешла на сторону победителей.

В отличие от тебя, да?

Или это правда новый ты?

Мужчина должен хранить секреты.

Одинокая стезя.

МАДАМ ДЕЛАКРУА

МОДИСТКА

Рэй, подожди меня в карете.

Я надеялась на встречу.

Летом было не заметно.

Ты пряталась в деревне.

Я избегала общества.

Не знала, хочешь ли ты меня видеть.

А еще ты боялась,

что я раскрою твою тайну.

Я благодарна за молчание.

Элоиза, мне очень жаль,

что всё так вышло.

Ты про то, что ты сделала?

Или про то, что я узнала, кто ты?

Ты не понимаешь.

Я лишь хотела защитить…

Нет. Мне не нужны твои объяснения.

Я храню твой секрет именно потому,

что не хочу возвращаться в прошлое.

У тебя своя жизнь, у меня - своя.

С Крессидой?

Ты правда с ней дружишь?

Всего тебе доброго, Пенелопа.

Ваша мадера, сэр.

Я никогда не откажусь

от рюмки в середине дня,

но что за повод?

В благодарность. Ты вел дела

во время моего медового месяца.

Я удивлен, что всё в полном порядке.

Даже не знаю,

расчувствоваться или обидеться.

Всё сразу?

Если честно, было приятно иметь дело.

Теперь ты вернулся,

и я не знаю, чем себя занять.

У мамы есть для тебя список юных леди.

Брат, прошу, отвлеки на себя

часть внимания.

А тебя я пригласил, чтобы поздравить

с армией новых поклонниц.

Не уверен, что меня это радует.

Бриджертоны, простите за ожидание.

Дела идут хорошо.

Рады слышать. Присоединитесь к нам?

Простите. Просьба жены в приоритете.

Уилл, к нам пришел мистер Дандэс.

Мистер Дандэс. Хотите выпить?

Нет. Нет, благодарю.

Я должен спешить. Все в сборе.

Миссис Мондрич, вы знаете

свою двоюродную бабушку, леди Кент?

Кент, да.

Я видела ее в юности, один раз.

Очень холодная особа.

Боюсь, теперь она еще холоднее.

Она умерла?

Она нам что-то оставила?

Она оставила вам не что-то.

Она оставила вашему сыну Николасу всё.

Несколько ваших кузенов

стоят выше в очереди наследования,

но у них нет сыновей.

Таким образом Николас

станет следующим бароном Кентским.

Похоже, нам с тобой следует выпить.

Не бегай. Она тебя услышит.

- Не обращай внимания.

- Не могу.

- Уйди! Она тебя услышит. Тише.

- Поверь.

Происходящее здесь гораздо важнее.

Мы делаем наследника.

Ты прекрасно знаешь,

что наследника делают совсем не так.

Нужно с чего-то начать.

Это моя первая неделя

в роли виконтессы в моём новом доме.

Сегодня леди Данбери дает бал.

Нужно произвести хорошее впечатление.

БАЛ ЧЕТЫРЕХ СЕЗОНОВ, 1815 ГОД

Сегодня я попробую что-то новое.

Леди Данбери, вы снова превзошли себя.

Сами знаете, первый бал -

важное событие.

Я серьезно к этому отношусь.

Интересно, о чём будет

следующий фельетон.

Сезон начался довольно скучно.

Уверена, она что-то найдет.

Или выдумает.

Простите, мисс. Мы не забрали ваш плащ.

Да, конечно.

Не думаю, что это потребуется.

Все уставились на нас?

Дорогая, они завидуют,

что ты теперь моя.

Уставились вовсе не на нас.

Она тратит состояние до того,

как я его получу!

Она это специально.

Решила выбрать

такой меланхоличный цвет - ее право.

Я сказал герцогине,

что на моей родине мы не…

Мисс Фэзерингтон. Рад вас видеть.

Потрясающее платье.

Взаимно, милорд.

Это я не про платье. Про первую часть.

Вы все одеты подобающим образом.

Разумеется, не в платья.

Вы реально любите вышивать?

Конечно. Это такие возможности.

Например?

Раз уж вы спросили.

Старый добрый стебельчатый шов.

Прямой шов, шов вперед иголка.

Для смелых - французский узелок.

О да!

Я очень люблю читать.

Возможно, слишком.

Мама вечно велит отложить книги.

Хотя, разумеется,

в чтении нет ничего плохого.

Не знаю, чем она руководствуется.

Вы читаете?

«Елочка», «перышко».

А, еще «цепочка»!

У вас есть любимый, мисс Элоиза?

Что… А… Переменный шов.

Не знаю такого.

С его помощью можно сменить тему.

На что-то помимо вышивки.

Шутка.

Как умно.

- Может…

- Я…

Простите. Прошу.

Слушаю вас, лорд Барнелл.

Я хотел сказать,

что нам пора откланяться.

Не хочется давать повод

леди Уислдаун написать об этом.

Вон та. Кто это?

Ваше Величество,

это мисс Пенелопа Фэзерингтон.

Это ее третий сезон.

Но есть несколько новых

впечатляющих претенденток,

которых вы можете

почтить своей милостью.

А с чего я должна это делать?

Что ж, мамаши взволнованы,

что вы до сих пор не выбрали бриллиант.

Бриллиант ценится

как раз за свою редкость.

Я дала один бал для бриллианта,

а теперь мамаши ждут его каждый год.

Однажды я дала бал в честь зебры.

Каждый год подавать им зебру?

Вы правы. Вы лишь раз

выбрали бриллиант.

Думаю, в первый год леди Уислдаун

назвала бриллиант.

И она оказалась

абсолютно права насчет герцогини.

Мисс Франческа,

расскажите нам о своих хобби.

Я играю на фортепиано.

Прекрасно.

А чем еще вы интересуетесь?

Игра на фортепиано

забирает большую часть времени.

Думаю, лорд Файф хотел узнать,

кто вы помимо хобби?

Да. Чего вы хотите?

Что вы презираете?

Что вас вдохновляет?

Я…

Думаю, я нужна брату.

С вашего позволения я отойду на минуту.

Брат, мне нужно побыть в одиночестве.

Разумеется.

Боже. Франческа в порядке?

Просто ей нужна минутка. Как и мне.

И я хотел бы использовать ее,

чтобы потанцевать с моей женой.

Разумеется.

Прошу извинить.

Пенелопа.

- Тебе следует танцевать.

- Неужели?

Очутиться у стены проще,

чем выбраться отсюда.

Как ни старайся.

Зато стена не спрашивает,

что меня вдохновляет.

Тебе не понравилось говорить с ними?

Я ожидала разговор.

А не допрос.

Словно я редкое насекомое,

наблюдаемое под микроскопом.

Тяготишься вниманием к себе?

Да. Так и есть.

Это делает тебя редкостью.

Похоже, все Бриджертоны

рождены привлекать внимание.

Так или иначе.

Я тоже отличаюсь от своей родни.

Приходится нелегко, верно?

Но они прекрасны. Каждый из них.

Знаю. В этом тебе повезло.

И в том, что ты привлекаешь внимание.

Хоть это и раздражает.

Некоторых из нас едва замечают.

Мисс Франческа.

Потанцуем?

Конечно, милорд.

Тебе следует танцевать.

Очутиться у стены проще,

чем выбраться отсюда.

Мисс Фэзерингтон, вам нехорошо?

Да. Простите меня. Голова разболелась.

От холодного мороженного

или ледяного взгляда ухмыляющейся мисс?

О, не волнуйтесь.

Меня регулярно испепеляют взглядом.

Этот был на троечку.

Лорд Деблинг, верно?

Почему-то мне кажется, что вы тоже,

если захотите,

можете заставить страдать.

Я?

Ну, то есть…

Вовсе нет.

Простите, я…

Какой ужас! Я такая неловкая.

- Мои глубочайшие извинения.

- Боже.

Всякое случается.

Мисс Фэзерингтон,

я найду вам горничную.

Вы так любезны.

Мисс Каупер.

Следовало выбрать что-то попрочнее.

Если бы ты не сэкономила на ткани,

оно бы не порвалось.

Пен, мне так жаль.

Случалось засиживаться допоздна.

Пен? Похоже, что-то случилось, да?

С девицей Фэзерингтон? Забудь о ней.

Я хочу узнать все подробности.

Не знаю, в чём причина,

но в этом сезоне ты гораздо интереснее.

Простите меня.

Конечно, мисс. Карету мисс Фэзерингтон!

Ага.

- Пен.

- Колин.

Что ты тут делаешь?

Просто… вышел подышать.

Почему ты так рано уезжаешь?

Особенно в таком чудесном платье.

- Прошу, не издевайся.

- Я издеваюсь?

Я абсолютно серьезен.

Этот цвет тебе идет.

Доброй ночи.

- А спутница?

- Старым девам она не нужна.

Ты не старая дева.

Третий год на выданье.

Ни одного претендента.

Кто я тогда?

Что-то не так, Пен? Между нами.

Я писал тебе этим летом. Как всегда.

А ты не отвечала.

Признаю, ты такая не одна.

Но если я должен

сказать это вслух, хорошо.

Я скучаю по тебе.

Скучаешь по мне?

Скучаешь, но ухаживать не будешь. Так?

Пен, я…

Я слышала твои слова

на мамином балу в прошлом сезоне.

Ты никогда не станешь ухаживать

за Пенелопой Фэзерингтон.

Нужно найти другое место.

Тебе неловко рядом со мной.

Разумеется, ты не станешь

за мной ухаживать.

Надо мной все потешаются.

Даже с новым гардеробом.

Не представляла,

что ты можешь быть так жесток.

ДОРОГОЙ ЧИТАТЕЛЬ,

ВЕТЕР ПЕРЕМЕН МОЖЕТ БЫТЬ

НЕИСТОВЫМ

КОРОЛЕВА

Я НЕ БОЮСЬ ПЕРЕМЕН.

СТАЛ СОВЕРШЕННО ДРУГИМ ЧЕЛОВЕКОМ

МИСТЕР КОЛИН БРИДЖЕРТОН.

Мэм, к вам джентльмен.

Леди Фэзерингтон,

рад с вами познакомиться.

Добрый день, мистер…

Уолтер Дандэс, эсквайр.

Я работаю на Корону. Отвечаю

за непрерывность наследования

в лучших семьях страны.

Ясно.

Чем же мы обязаны вашему визиту?

Я узнал, что ваш кузен,

Джек Фэзерингтон, покинул город

со всем вашим состоянием.

Да, сэр. Мой кузен оказался аферистом.

Ужасный лжец.

У меня есть подписанный им документ.

Он отписывает имущество

одной из ваших дочерей,

если она родит мальчика.

Ах да, документ.

Он имеет законную силу.

Даже сломанные часы

правы дважды в день.

Ситуация довольно необычная.

Одна из ваших дочерей беременна?

О, я надеюсь на это со дня на день.

Ясно.

На данный момент Короне не известно

от других наследниках мужского пола.

Будет крайне нелегко

передавать имущество другой семье.

Это масса хлопот и волнений

для ваших арендаторов, общества,

да и для меня тоже.

Но если я выясню,

что этот крайне выгодный вам документ -

подделка, и это случится до того,

как у вас появится наследник,

придется начать процедуру.

Что ж.

Хорошо, что этот документ подлинный.

И что мои девочки любят своих мужей.

И правда, это очень хорошо.

Очень скоро я снова вас навещу.

Прекрасный дом.

Хорошего дня.

К счастью, в этом сезоне

конкуренток почти нет.

Кроме Франчески,

которая вызвала огромный интерес.

Но история с Пенелопой -

отличное предупреждение. Что скажешь?

Думаю, твое поведение

всё ясно дало всем понять.

Не одобряешь?

- Я думала, мы ее не любим.

- Это был жестокий и ненужный поступок.

Ты часто говоришь

о своих трудностях в поисках мужа.

Ты не думала, что было бы проще,

не будь ты столь… прямолинейна?

Найти мужа действительно трудно.

Но найти подругу было еще труднее.

После дебюта их почти не осталось.

Настоящих.

В детстве они были.

Но сезон разводит молодых леди.

Мы становимся соперницами.

Возможно, я пала жертвой этого… раз.

Или два.

Или три.

Но ты права.

Общество не стремится сплотить нас. Я…

Я думала, это только я вижу.

Я пыталась подружиться с тобой

в твой первый сезон.

Но ты не захотела сблизиться.

Я тебя не осуждаю.

Я не всегда была добра.

Но раз Пенелопа лишилась твоей дружбы…

Ты права.

Она не заслуживает моего внимания.

И твоего.

Давай думать только о себе.

Мы гораздо интереснее.

Я склонна согласиться.

Ты вернулся.

Как твои встречи?

Им далеко до нашей постели.

Вернемся туда?

Сначала мне нужно

кое-что с тобой обсудить.

Твою мать.

Знаю.

Она делает всё возможное,

чтобы отложить переезд.

Я с ней поговорю.

Может, не надо?

Она обожает выполнять

обязанности виконтессы.

А я долгие годы заботилась об Эдвине

и вела дела семейства Шарма.

И я еще не видела тебя

более счастливым,

чем когда ты был свободен от дел.

Так почему бы хоть раз

не подумать о себе,

продлив медовый месяц?

Ты уверена?

Мы всю жизнь будем

виконтом и виконтессой.

А сейчас единственное,

что меня интересует,

это рождение наследников.

Пусть твоя мать останется.

Больше ни слова

о моей матери.

Дорогая.

Расскажи мне про вчерашний вечер.

Тебе понравился твой первый бал?

Было… приятно.

Моя дорогая,

представь, что балы -

это всё равно что игра дуэтом.

Играя с другим человеком,

ты становишься уязвимым.

И это может быть пугающим.

Наверное. Но оно того стоит.

Ведь ты можешь найти того,

с кем вы будете играть в унисон.

Мама, я не боюсь балов.

Или поисков мужа.

Отношениям как у вас с отцом

и у Дафны с Энтони можно позавидовать.

Но это большая редкость.

И я не уверена, что мне нужны

бабочки или… игра в унисон,

используя твою метафору.

Но хотя бы постарайся быть открытой,

если тебе встретится любовь.

Хорошо?

Время покажет.

Мэм?

Вас ищет виконтесса.

Мисс, к вам посетитель.

Прости, что потревожил.

Ничего.

И прости за то

бессердечное высказывание.

- Мне больно видеть, что ты расстроена.

- Тогда зря пришел.

Я не тот, кем был в прошлом сезоне.

И я точно не стыжусь тебя, Пен.

Как раз совсем наоборот.

Я ищу тебя на всех собраниях,

зная, что ты поднимешь мне настроение

и с тобой я увижу мир совершенно иным.

Ты умная, теплая и…

Я горжусь тем, что мы добрые друзья.

Обидно видеть,

как ты легко вливаешься в общество.

А я каждый год молюсь,

чтобы найти свое место

среди девиц на выданье,

но все надежды оказываются тщетными.

Ну, если ты ищешь мужа,

тогда… позволь мне помочь.

Каким образом?

Этим летом я побывал в 17 городах.

И понял, что шарму можно обучить.

Колин, ты не можешь

подсказывать мне на каждом балу.

В этом нет нужды.

Мы организуем уроки.

Уверен, ты быстро всё усвоишь.

Больше всего я хочу снова завоевать

благосклонность единственного человека,

с которым я всегда чувствовал,

что меня… ценят.

Что скажешь?

Предлагаешь пожать тебе руку?

Возможно, это неожиданно,

но… разве мы не друзья?

Друзья.

Скоро увидимся.

Это фельетон Уислдаун?

Дорогой читатель,

ветер перемен может быть

внезапным, неистовым и смертоносным.

Особенно для тех, кто к нему не готов.

Вашей покорной слуге кажется,

что наше общество

подхватил ветер перемен.

Без сомнения.

Лорд Кент.

Добро пожаловать в ваш новый дом.

Одни крепко держатся за то,

что они знают.

В первую очередь наша королева,

которая до сих пор

не выбрала бриллиант.

Автор сих строк задается вопросом,

в чём причина.

Это признак выдержки или страха?

Если дело в последнем,

то гордость за прошлые достижения

не пойдет ей на пользу,

ведь наши дебютантки

готовы начать этот сезон.

Ваш ход, Ваше Величество.

Похоже леди Уислдаун

снова взялась за свои игры.

Примете вызов, Ваше Величество?

Я люблю играть.

Особенно когда я так часто выигрываю.

Рано сегодня принесли.

Я читаю. Ты взбесилась?

Тебя как никого заинтересует

сегодняшний выпуск.

У леди Уислдаун столько мыслей

о твоих Бриджертонах.

Точнее, о Колине.

Что бы она о нём ни сказала,

она ошибается.

Осмелюсь сказать,

что автор сих строк тоже готов к игре.

Я не боюсь перемен. Я их приветствую.

А есть те,

кто чересчур рьяно

стремятся к переменам.

Добрый день, сестра.

Брат! Добрый.

Где ты был?

Нигде. Что читаешь?

Ничего.

Уислдаун.

Упомянула тебя.

А есть и те,

кто чересчур рьяно

стремятся к переменам.

К примеру, мистер Колин Бриджертон.

Похоже, он стал

совершенно другим человеком.

Задаешься вопросом,

этот новый человек - его настоящее я

или всего лишь

способ привлечь внимание.

В курсе ли сам мистер Бриджертон?

Как ты?

Мне нет дела до ее писанины.

Но она уничтожила мисс Томпсон,

то есть леди Крейн,

и чуть не уничтожила тебя

в прошлом сезоне.

Я никогда ее не прощу.

Есть идеи…

…кто это может быть?

Нет. Но поверь мне,

если я когда-нибудь узнаю,

я сделаю всё, чтобы разрушить ее жизнь.

Перевод субтитров: Ксения Гребеникова

She hated me.

Impossible. You were perfect.

Hup!

Whistledown for you.

Dearest Gentle Reader,

we have been apart for far too long.

At last, London's fashionable set

has made its return.

And so too has this author.

It's good to be home.

It certainly is.

As the season begins,

the question on everyone's mind is,

of course, which newly minted debutante

will shine the brightest?

The crop this year

appears to be rather dazzling.

There is the exquisite Miss Malhotra,

said to be quite a catch.

Miss Stowell is thought to be

a most accomplished young lady.

The mild-mannered Miss Hartigan

will certainly appeal to genteel suitors.

Miss Kenworthy is a welcome entry,

brimming with confidence and charisma.

And then there is Miss Barragan,

who certainly stands out in a crowd.

She wrote my name!

It seems as though

your business is thriving.

As is yours.

And let us not forget,

should we all need a little excitement,

there is another Bridgerton

making her debut this year.

I cannot hear anything.

Probably because she knows

we are out here eavesdropping.

- I am sure that she is well enough.

- Oh, as you were last year?

This is not last year.

- Francesca is--

- Very quiet.

Perhaps she has been stunned into silence

by the beauty of that giant feather.

I cannot wait to wear one.

Perhaps she has swallowed

that giant feather.

- We are not ready to go?

- Is there anything we can do to help?

Would you mind asking

whoever is playing downstairs

to quieten down so I might hear?

I can try, but is that not, in fact...

Who else would be playing pianoforte

in this house?

Certainly not me.

Francesca?

Why, there you are. Dear.

Francesca.

- Francesca.

- There's no need to shout.

All those piano lessons in Bath

have reaped their reward.

You've gotten good.

How did you get down here?

I've been outside your door all morning.

I woke up early. Got dressed.

Took breakfast in the garden.

Because it is just another day.

Shall we go?

Perhaps we do not need to worry so much.

You do realize what tune

she was playing just now, don't you?

Mozart's "Funeral March."

Oh God.

Debutantes aside,

there is also the question

of which gentleman will reveal himself

as the prize of the season.

For our young ladies

will certainly need someone dashing

at whom to set their caps.

Whoever it is

that makes the finest match this year,

let us hope that their pairing

brings some titillation.

What are they all squawking about?

Like they

spotted a side of beef.

Is that--

- Our brother.

- Colin.

Family.

Apologies for my late arrival.

I got stuck in presentation traffic.

Do you not wish to greet me?

El.

Are you not gonna change, or...

For, of the status quo,

this author quickly grows weary.

You must tell us about your adventures.

Yes.

Upon your return last season, we heard all

about your toil across the Mediterranean

by the time we broke our first fast.

Indeed. Under what foreign sun

did you apparently get so sturdy?

I was nowhere and everywhere.

- I shall not bore you with details.

- I must know, who are you?

- What have you done with our brother?

- This time away was exactly what I needed.

It has given me some sense of proportion.

Mmm.

I should like some... proportion.

What?

Miss Anne Hartigan.

Presented by her mother,

the Right Honorable Lady Hartigan.

Miss Dolores Stowell.

She hated me.

Impossible. You were perfect.

Miss Clara Livingston.

Shall I fetch you

a refreshment, Your Majesty?

Perhaps a casket.

The lack of interest here today

shall usher me

to an early grave at any moment.

Miss Alexandra Moore.

Presented by her mother,

the Right Honorable Lady Moore.

Since when are you one

who simply glides in?

Since when do you wear so many ruffles?

It is the style of the season.

Miss Natalie Green.

Presented by her mother,

the Right Honorable Lady Green.

It is your debut, Francesca.

Are you not excited?

I suppose entering society

means I might meet someone.

It would be pleasant to have my own house.

You are only a week back from Bath,

and already you are eager to escape us.

No. I simply could use some peace.

I'm afraid if peace is what you are after,

then this may all be rather overwhelming.

You know, even Daphne--

Mama, do not trouble yourself.

If I can be at ease

in the chaos of our home,

surely, I shall find my way in the season.

Miss Francesca Bridgerton,

presented by her mother,

the Right Honorable Dowager

Lady Bridgerton.

The Bridgerton girl, Your Majesty.

You have had good luck with Bridgertons.

Miss Winifred Barragan.

Presented by her mother,

the Right Honorable Baroness Barragan.

Unquestionably, our wedding

was much more beautiful than yours.

I thought our wedding was rather fine.

Yes. They do say

it is easier to impress older brides.

If it were to please my bride,

I would wed you a second time.

A third.

As many as it takes to make you happy.

And spend our dear departed Aunt Petunia's

money in the process, Mr. Dankworth?

Thank goodness Aunt Petunia died.

And just in time for our honeymoon.

I rather liked Aunt Petunia.

Of course you did.

She was a tiresome spinster

who always had her nose in a book.

She was not tiresome.

She just did not care for either of you.

Enough. Today we return to society

in good standing, our finances in order,

and without any man telling us what to do.

Let us enjoy this day.

If I may speak my mind, ma'am.

You always do, Varley.

The Aunt Petunia story,

no offense to the dead,

but will anyone

really believe that a spinster

who never owned so much as a donkey cart

would have a fortune to leave to you?

For heaven's sake.

No one in London knows how she lived.

For all they know, she could've been

hiding jars of coin under her floorboards.

The truth has a way

of rearing its ugly head.

But pay no heed to me.

There you are.

I take it you are finally done

with daydreaming?

I am. Shall we go?

Oh!

Where is she?

Not to pick a diamond

at the presentation is one thing,

but not to appear

at an event arranged in her honor

is another thing altogether.

Did our girls this morning

leave that much to be desired?

They do seem rather... preoccupied.

Do you find yourself back in town

for any particular reason?

In search of something? Or someone?

If you're asking if I came back

to take a wife this season,

I'm afraid the answer may disappoint.

Although, if there is one thing

I learned on my travels,

it is forever to expect the unexpected.

Oh, look.

If it isn't Penelope Featherington.

Back in a dress the color of--

Cressida.

Eloise!

There you are. I've been looking for you.

And I for you.

Shall we go and get some lemonade?

Splendid idea. I am parched with thirst.

Is it not congenial

to be back from the country?

All that draft and emptiness.

You do know others call that "fresh air"?

Of course.

Befriending you there

was a happy surprise.

But ultimately, it is London

where I am most at home.

And the season will be all the better

now I have you by my side.

Of course.

I've been dreaming of my future husband

since I was a child.

He should be handsome,

romantic, intelligent.

Do not forget well-bred and tall.

I have always pictured a man

who writes poetry. But above all else,

it should be someone who gives me

butterflies just by looking at him.

And you, Miss Francesca?

Someone... kind, I suppose.

Well, that is plain.

You do not want someone unkind.

No. Of course not.

One week returned from honeymoon,

and already my son

has left you to fend for yourself.

Our time away means

Anthony's stack of paperwork

has grown nearly to the ceiling.

With luck,

he'll be caught up by the first ball.

Let us hope so. With two sisters

out in society this season,

the work has only just begun.

She seems rather composed, does she not?

Quite practical.

She is, but practicality

is quite the opposite of love.

I am eager to see how she will fare.

And Eloise?

I do not understand this new friendship.

But I spent enough time last season

trying to assist her

until my assistance

nearly drove her outside society.

So I am not interfering.

For now.

You always see your children so clearly.

I hope to be half the viscountess you are.

I am sure you will be even greater.

And forgive me. I will move

into a dower house as soon as I find one.

It is quite a task

having two girls in society at once.

Do not worry.

Back in India, mothers stay in the home

long beyond their children's wedding.

I am grateful to have you close.

Lady Bridgerton.

Yes.

- Oh!

- Oh, dear.

Are you enjoying the festivities today?

Very much.

Although the queen's absence is noted.

Yes.

I do think she finds herself

somewhat reticent

after her instincts

went astray last season.

But, of course,

it all worked out in the end.

I would not worry.

Perhaps you should tell that

to the other mamas.

Mmm...

My travels? I cannot begin

to share my travel adventures with you.

If I did, you would swoon.

And we cannot have that.

How is it possible

your dance cards for the season

are not yet full of suitors?

You are flowers in bloom.

Each one of you.

My stories from abroad are not suitable

for such tender young ladies.

Were I to tell you

even the tiniest adventure, well,

I'd be forced to marry you.

Such an array of beautiful ladies.

Men will be fighting over you.

I cannot compete.

Oh...

We woke up to find

he had fled in the night.

He did not even stop

to take his gun cabinet. Or me.

Well, let us hope

that whoever lays claim to be

the next Lord Featherington

has more scruples.

Or does common thievery run in the family?

In fact,

there shall be no more laying claim,

as the last Lord Featherington

wrote a document

bequeathing the estate to my girls.

Just as soon as

one of them produces an heir.

Did he?

Shall we get some refreshments?

Perhaps something strong?

Pen. It is good to see you.

Is it?

Truly. It has felt like I've been absent

years instead of months.

Much has certainly changed in that time.

A good deal, I know,

but it was all the rage in Paris.

You look distinguished.

But, then again, you always have.

When all is said and done,

it is merely clothing.

Whereas elsewhere,

things seem to have fundamentally changed.

Am I mistaken, or was Eloise walking

arm-in-arm with Cressida Cowper?

As you said,

sometimes time moves rather quickly.

Why didn't you tell us sooner

one of us would be

the new Lady Featherington?

What purpose would there be

in telling either of you to make a son?

You're both married women.

Must we tell a baker to bake?

Technically, one of our sons

would be the new Lord Featherington.

One of us would be the heir's mama.

"One of us"? You think you are part

of this race? With what husband?

Technically, when I'm the heir's mama,

the first necessity will be

ridding the house of dusty books.

After, of course,

I've changed Mama's ghastly curtains.

Do not worry. I will let you

keep your books... in the cloakroom.

Oh! Which, I imagine, will be empty,

as who will want to visit either of you?

Neither of you will be inheriting anything

if you do not go home and get to work.

Can we not come over for pudding first?

Your cook is so much better than ours.

Well, that's your fault

for marrying men without title. Go!

Let us hope they take their time.

I take comfort in knowing that you

will always be here to take care of me.

I do not wish to see

a citrus color ever again.

Sour colors, indeed.

But what has brought about

this sudden desire for change?

I cannot live at home any longer.

It's been hard enough living

under my mother's rules. But my sisters...

To live at the whim

of either the most cruel

or the most simple person I know...

I must take a husband before that happens.

It is time.

I see.

And does my lady

have a certain suitor in mind?

I should like to be sensible.

Someone kind,

who allows me my privacy,

for obvious reasons.

Then a new look is just the thing.

Perhaps something

like what they are wearing in Paris?

- I love it, brother. Where is it from?

- A trader in Marseille.

My perfume is from Paris?

Where are my handsome playing cards from?

Is this writing Spanish?

- You visited France and Spain?

- My sheet music is Italian.

Exactly how many cities

did you visit in four months?

I lost count, in truth.

No. Not in here.

Outside, where our mother can't see.

Francesca, where is your sister?

Eloise! Time for the modiste.

Will this family ever be on time?

A gift for you, Mother.

Thank you.

It is lovely.

Truly.

Oh, my. We really are late.

Francesca.

Eloise!

Eloise. Surely you are not eager

to hasten to the modiste?

I've something for you.

- Ah! Here it is.

- It is a book.

- A rare Bavarian text on the rights--

- I am reading something.

- It is called Emma.

- A novel?

You have never been one

for silly romances.

Perhaps my tastes have changed.

The writings I read before

of women making their way outside society,

those were the romances.

This book has humor and truth...

the pains of friendship.

It is altogether more probable.

And I take it your taste in friendship

has changed as well?

Cressida surprised me this summer.

She showed me kindness

in the country when no one else would.

And what of Penelope?

We have simply grown apart.

Lady Whistledown

nearly ruined me last season.

I lost the battle, and I have no appetite

for the war. I've joined the winning side.

Not unlike you, I take it?

Or is this truly the new you?

Hmm.

A man cannot tell his secrets.

Mmm...

Must be lonely.

Could you please meet me

in the carriage, Rae?

I've been hoping we would meet.

Did not seem so when you were hiding away

in the countryside this summer.

I avoided society because

I did not know if you'd want to see me.

And because you were worried

I might reveal your secret.

I do appreciate you keeping it.

Eloise, I am so sorry about everything.

For what you did, or because I discovered

it was you who wrote such damning things?

You may not understand,

but I was trying to protect--

No, I do not need your explanations.

I have kept your secret exactly because

I do not wish to keep revisiting the past.

Now you have your life, and I have mine.

With Cressida?

Are you really friends with her?

I wish you very well, Penelope.

Your Madeira, sir.

I am not one to complain

about a mid-afternoon tipple,

but what's the occasion?

To thank you for taking care of the estate

while I was on honeymoon.

I was surprised to see

every "t" crossed and "i" dotted.

Well, I do not know

whether to be moved or offended.

Perhaps both?

In truth, I enjoyed having a purpose.

Whereas now that you're back,

I'm not certain what I'm supposed to do.

I'm certain Mother has a list

of ladies she could offer you.

Brother, please take

some of his attention.

And you, I invited here

to congratulate on your many new admirers.

I'm not certain that should cheer me.

Bridgertons, my apologies for the wait.

Business is good.

We are glad to see it.

- Will you join us for one?

- Pardon me. Um...

Wife business comes first.

Mr. Dundas is here to see us, Will.

Mr. Dundas. Can I offer you a drink?

No. No, thank you.

Ah. I shall be quick.

And now that I have you both.

Are you aware, Mrs. Mondrich,

of your great-aunt, Lady Kent?

Kent, yes.

We met once in my youth. A very cold lady.

She is colder now, I am afraid.

Oh, she's died?

Has she left us something?

She has not left you something.

She has left your son Nicholas everything.

And while you have several cousins

more closely related to her,

none have male children.

As such, Nicholas shall be

the next Baron of Kent.

Perhaps we might need drinks.

Do not run. She will hear you.

Ignore them.

- I cannot.

Go away! She will hear you.

- Trust me.

What's happening there cannot be as

important as what's happening down here.

Making an heir.

You do know

that what we are doing

is not how one makes an heir?

We have to start somewhere.

It is my first week

as viscountess in my new home.

Tonight is Lady Danbury's ball.

I must make a good impression.

I should like to try something

a little different tonight.

Ah...

Oh, Lady Danbury,

you have outdone yourself once again.

As you know,

the first ball is no small thing.

I do not take it lightly.

I wonder what

Whistledown will write about next issue.

The season is off to quite a dull start.

I am sure she will find something.

Or make something up.

Pardon me, miss.

We failed to collect your cloak.

Yes, of course.

I do not think that will be necessary.

Is everyone staring at us?

Jealousy, my love, that you are now mine.

It is not us they stare at.

She spends my fortune

before I can claim it!

That is her intention.

If she wants to wear

such a melancholy color,

that is her prerogative.

I told the contessa that,

in my homeland, we do not--

Miss Featherington. A pleasure to see you.

What a striking gown you have on.

You as well, my lord.

Uh...

Not the gown part, obviously.

The first part.

It is a pleasure to see you all

in your proper evening dress,

which is not at all gown-like.

You genuinely enjoy embroidery?

Of course I do. There is

simply so much one can do with it.

For example?

Since you have asked,

the stem stitch, tried and true.

The straight stitch,

running stitch, chain stitch.

The French knot, if one was feeling bold.

Oh, yes!

I like to read very much.

Perhaps too much.

My mama is always telling me

put my books down.

Not that there is anything wrong

with reading, of course.

I'm not sure of her reasoning.

Do you all like to read?

The feather stitch, the fly stitch.

Ooh! The detached chain stitch.

Do you not have a favorite, Miss Eloise?

Wha-- The... uh, shift stitch.

I'm not familiar.

It's the one that shifts this conversation

perhaps to something besides embroidery.

Oh!

A jest.

How clever.

- Perhaps--

- I-- Oh...

Uh, forgive me. Uh... Please.

You were saying, Lord Barnell?

I was going to say

perhaps we should take our leave,

lest we remain too long and give

Lady Whistledown something to write about.

And that one. Who is she?

That, Your Majesty,

is Miss Penelope Featherington.

This is her third season out.

But there are several

impressive new contenders

for Your Majesty's favor,

should you care to grace them with such.

And why should I grace them with anything?

Well, there is some anxiety

amongst the mamas

that you have not yet selected a diamond.

A diamond is precious

precisely because it is rare.

I throw one diamond ball,

and anxious mamas expect

a diamond every year. Hmm.

I threw a zebra ball once.

Do they expect a new zebra each year?

Mmm... Well, you are right.

You have only named the diamond once.

I believe it was Lady Whistledown

who named the diamond the first year.

How right she was about the duchess.

Mmm.

Miss Francesca, tell us,

what are your hobbies?

I play the pianoforte.

That is magnificent.

And your other interests?

Pianoforte does take up

a great deal of my time.

I think what Lord Fife means to say is,

who are you besides your hobbies?

Yes. What do you desire?

What do you despise?

What makes you, uh, tick?

I...

I think my brother needs me.

If you would excuse me one moment.

Brother, I should like a moment alone.

Of course.

Oh, dear. Is Francesca quite well?

She simply needed a moment, as do I.

And I should like to use that moment

to dance with my beautiful wife.

Please enjoy yourselves.

Interference.

Penelope.

You ought to take to the floor.

Ought I?

Once one finds oneself on the wall,

it is difficult to come off it.

No matter what one does.

At least the wall is not asking

what makes me tick.

Did you not enjoy

conversing with those gentlemen?

I expected conversation.

I did not expect to be inspected

as if I were some rare insect

writhing under a microscope.

You do not much like

attracting notice, do you?

Not really. No.

Perhaps that does make you rare.

It seems as though every Bridgerton

was born to attract notice

in one way or another.

I am... different from my siblings as well.

It can be difficult, can it not?

But they are wonderful, each of them.

I know. You are lucky for that.

And you are lucky to have so much notice.

Even if it is trying.

For some of us, notice is very slight.

Miss Francesca. A dance?

Of course, my lord.

You really ought

to take to the floor again.

It's difficult to come off the wall

once you are on it.

Are you well, Miss Featherington?

Yes. Forgive me. Cold headache.

From the ice cream

or the very congenial-looking miss

with the sneer?

Do not worry. I've been the recipient

of an untold number of withering looks.

Hers was mediocre at best.

Um, Lord Debling, is it not?

And why do I have the feeling that you,

in turn, know how to make one wither

if you so choose?

Me?

Well, I-- I suppose--

I do not.

Uh...

Excuse me. I--

Ooh!

How mortifying! I am so clumsy.

My deepest apologies.

Heavens. Well, accidents will happen.

Miss Featherington,

I shall find a maid to help you.

It'd be most appreciated.

Miss Cowper.

It is a pity you did not choose

something sturdier.

Perhaps if you had not bought

such cheap fabric,

it would not have ripped.

Pen, I am-- I'm so sorry.

There were perhaps some late nights.

Pen? She did not look well, did she?

The Featherington girl?

Why concern yourself with her?

I want to know what happened

on these late nights.

Whatever happened to you, I must say,

you are much more fun this season.

Do excuse me, just a moment.

Right away, miss.

The carriage for Miss Featherington!

Aye.

- Pen.

- Colin.

What are you doing out here?

I am just... getting some fresh air.

Why are you leaving so soon?

Especially in such a charming dress.

- Do not mock me, please.

- Mock you?

I assure you I am quite serious.

The color rather suits you.

Good night, Mr. Bridgerton.

- Do you not need a chaperone?

- Spinsters don't need chaperones.

You are not a spinster.

I am in my third year on

the marriage mart, with no prospects.

What would you call that?

Is something wrong, Pen?

Between us, I mean.

I wrote to you this summer,

as I always do.

And... well, you did not respond.

Admittedly, very few did. But...

If you are going to make me

say it out loud,

I miss you.

You miss me?

You miss me, but you'd never court me.

Is that correct?

Pen, I--

I overheard you...

at my mama's ball last season,

telling everyone how you would

never court Penelope Featherington.

Perhaps we should talk

somewhere more private?

Because I embarrass you?

Of course you would never court me.

I am the laughingstock of the ton,

even when I change my entire wardrobe.

It never occurred to me that you,

of all people, could be so cruel.

There is, um, a gentleman

here to see you, ma'am.

Lady Featherington,

I am pleased to make your acquaintance.

Good day, Mr...

Walter Dundas, Esquire.

I work for the Crown,

responsible for ensuring

the lines of succession run smoothly

within our great families.

I see.

And, uh, to what do we owe the visit?

I have been made aware

that your cousin Jack Featherington

recently left town

with your entire fortune.

Yes, sir. My cousin, the swindler.

That man was a terrible liar.

Hmm.

I have in my possession

a document he signed granting the estate

to one of your daughters

once she produces a male heir.

Ah, yes, that document.

That document is valid.

Even a broken clock is right twice a day.

It is a rather unusual situation.

Are any of your daughters with child?

Oh, I do hope

to receive the news any day now.

I see.

Currently, the Crown is unaware

of another living male heir.

It would be quite a task

transferring the estate to another family.

A great deal of upheaval

for the Featherington tenants and society,

and, frankly, me.

But should I find that this rather

convenient document is, in fact, forged

before one of your girls has an heir,

the upheaval may indeed be necessary.

Well, then,

it is a good thing

the document is not forged,

and that my girls

do so love their husbands.

A very good thing indeed.

I shall pay

another visit to you very soon.

Mmm.

Such a beautiful home.

Good day.

Thankfully, I do not have

much competition this season.

Aside from Francesca, who stirred

a good deal of interest, I suppose.

But I do believe my handling of Penelope

was a clear message. Would you agree?

I believe the message was received by all

with that particular trick.

You disapprove?

- I thought we did not like Penelope.

- What you did was cruel and unnecessary.

You often talk of how difficult

it has been for you to find a husband.

But do you not think it might be easier

if you displayed a bit less... frankness?

It has been difficult to find a husband.

It has been more difficult still

to find a friend.

I've not had many since my debut.

Not real ones.

I did as a girl.

But the season has a way

of coming between young ladies,

pitting us against one another.

I suppose I've fallen prey to it... once

or twice.

Or thrice.

But you are right.

Society does not seek

to forge affections amongst us. I--

I thought I was the only one who noticed.

I did try to befriend you

in your first season out.

But you rejected my suit.

I actually do not blame you.

I have not always been kind.

But whatever Penelope did

to lose your friendship...

you are right.

She is undeserving of my attention.

And of yours.

Let us think only of ourselves.

We are far more interesting.

I'm inclined to agree with you.

You are back.

How were your meetings?

Not nearly as good as our bed.

Shall we return to it?

Hmm...

Mmm...

There is a matter

I must discuss with you first.

Your mother.

I know.

I know. She's doing

everything she can to delay her move.

- I will speak with her today.

- What if you did not?

Your mother enjoys

being viscountess so much,

while I have already spent years

taking care of Edwina

and running the Sharma household.

And I've never seen you happier

than when you were away

from the duty of running this place.

So why not put ourselves first for once

and extend the honeymoon?

Are you quite sure?

We have our lives

to be viscount and viscountess.

For now, the only duty that interests me

is making an heir or two.

Ah...

- Let your mother stay a little longer.

- I do not want to speak...

of my mother a moment longer.

My dear.

Tell me, how was last night? Mm?

Did you enjoy your first ball?

It was... satisfactory.

My dear,

think of the balls as playing a duet.

When you play with another person,

there is a certain vulnerability

which can be quite frightening,

I would imagine. But it is worth it

once you find that person with whom you

make an unexpected harmony.

I'm not frightened of the balls, Mama.

Or of finding a match.

What you and Father,

and Daphne and Anthony

all have is enviable,

but it is also rare.

And I am not certain I need to feel

butterflies or... unexpected harmony,

per your metaphor.

But you will at least be open

if love comes your way.

Yes?

Let us see what happens.

Ma'am? The viscountess is looking for you.

You have a visitor, miss.

I'm sorry for intruding.

It's all right.

And I am very sorry

for my callous comment here last year.

- It pains me to see you upset.

- Then perhaps you should not have come.

I am not the man I was last season.

And I'm most certainly not ashamed of you.

The opposite is true, in fact.

I seek you out at every social assembly

because I know you will lift my spirits

and make me see the world

in ways I could not have imagined.

You are clever and warm and...

I am proud to call you

my very good friend.

It has been vexing...

watching you walk back

into society with such ease.

When every year, I pray I might finally

feel that way amidst the marriage mart,

and that comfort never materializes.

Well, if a husband is what you seek,

then... let me help you.

Help me how?

I was in 17 cities this summer,

and what I have learned

is that charm can be taught.

Colin, I cannot have you with me,

whispering into my ear in every ballroom.

You will not need that.

We will have lessons.

And you will quickly master them,

I am certain.

There is nothing more I want than

to earn back the favor of the one person

who has always truly

made me feel... appreciated.

What do you say?

You want me to shake your hand?

It is perhaps unusual,

but... are we not friends?

Friends.

I shall see you soon.

Is that Whistledown?

Dearest Gentle Reader,

when the tide of change turns,

it can be sudden, fierce, and deadly.

Especially for the unprepared.

It seems to this author

that our bon ton is moving

with the changing tide,

to be sure.

Lord Kent.

Welcome to your new home.

While others cling

firmly to that which they already know.

None more so than our queen,

who has still yet to choose a diamond.

This author wonders if her hesitancy

is a symptom of fortitude or fear.

If it is the latter,

pride in past achievements

will not benefit her,

as our debutantes

are ready to play this season.

Your serve, Your Majesty.

It seems Lady Whistledown

is playing games again.

Ah.

Are you going to play along, Your Majesty?

I do love a game.

Especially when I am so often the victor.

Whistledown has come early.

I am reading it. Are you mad?

You of all people would be quite

interested in today's issue, Penelope.

Lady Whistledown has a good deal to say

about your precious Bridgertons.

Colin, in fact.

Whatever she's said about him,

she is wrong.

Dare I say,

this author is ready to play as well.

I do not fear change.

I embrace it.

And then there are some

who take the embrace of change

a step too far.

Good afternoon, sister.

Brother! Afternoon.

Where were you?

Nowhere. What are you reading?

Nothing.

Whistledown.

You are mentioned.

And then there are some

who take the embrace of change

a step too far,

as with Mr. Colin Bridgerton,

who seems to have embraced

a new personality entirely.

But one must wonder,

is this new character the real him,

or simply a ploy for attention?

And does Mr. Bridgerton even know?

How are you?

I do not care what

Lady Whistledown writes about me.

But ruining Miss Thompson...

I mean, Lady Crane,

and then nearly ruining you last season...

I will never forgive her.

Do you...

have any idea who she might be?

I do not.

But trust me, if I ever find out,

I will make sure

it is her life that is ruined.

[up-tempo classical music plays]

[driver shouts]

[driver] Hup!

[horses whinny]

Whistledown for you.

[Lady Whistledown] Dearest Gentle Reader,

we have been apart for far too long.

At last, London's fashionable set

has made its return.

And so too has this author.

It's good to be home.

It certainly is.

[Lady Whistledown] As the season begins,

the question on everyone's mind is,

of course, which newly minted debutante

will shine the brightest?

The crop this year

appears to be rather dazzling.

There is the exquisite Miss Malhotra,

said to be quite a catch.

Miss Stowell is thought to be

a most accomplished young lady.

The mild-mannered Miss Hartigan

will certainly appeal to genteel suitors.

Miss Kenworthy is a welcome entry,

brimming with confidence and charisma.

And then there is Miss Barragan,

who certainly stands out in a crowd.

[snorts] She wrote my name! [gasps]

[chuckles quietly]

It seems as though

your business is thriving.

As is yours.

[Lady Whistledown] And let us not forget,

should we all need a little excitement,

there is another Bridgerton

making her debut this year.

I cannot hear anything.

Probably because she knows

we are out here eavesdropping.

- I am sure that she is well enough.

- Oh, as you were last year?

This is not last year.

- Francesca is--

- Very quiet.

Perhaps she has been stunned into silence

by the beauty of that giant feather.

I cannot wait to wear one.

Perhaps she has swallowed

that giant feather.

- We are not ready to go?

- Is there anything we can do to help?

Would you mind asking

whoever is playing downstairs

to quieten down so I might hear?

I can try, but is that not, in fact...

[classical tune playing on piano]

Who else would be playing pianoforte

in this house?

Certainly not me.

[Violet] Francesca?

Why, there you are. Dear.

Francesca.

- Francesca.

- There's no need to shout.

All those piano lessons in Bath

have reaped their reward.

- [chuckles]

- You've gotten good.

How did you get down here?

I've been outside your door all morning.

I woke up early. Got dressed.

Took breakfast in the garden.

Because it is just another day.

Shall we go?

Perhaps we do not need to worry so much.

You do realize what tune

she was playing just now, don't you?

Mozart's "Funeral March."

Oh God.

[Lady Whistledown] Debutantes aside,

there is also the question

of which gentleman will reveal himself

as the prize of the season.

For our young ladies

will certainly need someone dashing

at whom to set their caps.

Whoever it is

that makes the finest match this year,

let us hope that their pairing

brings some titillation.

[laughter and chattering]

[light classical music playing]

[laughter and chattering]

What are they all squawking about?

[Anthony] Like they

spotted a side of beef.

[women chuckling]

[Benedict] Is that--

- Our brother.

- Colin.

[Colin] Family.

Apologies for my late arrival.

I got stuck in presentation traffic.

Do you not wish to greet me?

[laughing]

[indistinct chatting and laughter]

El.

[Eloise exclaims]

[indistinct chattering]

[Benedict] Are you not gonna change, or...

[Lady Whistledown] For, of the status quo,

this author quickly grows weary.

[theme music playing]

- You must tell us about your adventures.

- [Anthony] Yes.

Upon your return last season, we heard all

about your toil across the Mediterranean

by the time we broke our first fast.

Indeed. Under what foreign sun

did you apparently get so sturdy?

- [Colin] I was nowhere and everywhere.

- [chuckling]

- I shall not bore you with details.

- I must know, who are you?

- What have you done with our brother?

- This time away was exactly what I needed.

It has given me some sense of proportion.

Mmm.

I should like some... proportion.

[chucking]

[Colin chuckles]

What?

[stifling laughter]

- Miss Anne Hartigan.

- [Charlotte sighs]

Presented by her mother,

the Right Honorable Lady Hartigan.

[up-tempo classical music playing]

[announcer] Miss Dolores Stowell.

[in British Sign Language] She hated me.

[in BSL] Impossible. You were perfect.

[announcer] Miss Clara Livingston.

[yawning]

Shall I fetch you

a refreshment, Your Majesty?

Perhaps a casket.

The lack of interest here today

shall usher me

to an early grave at any moment.

[announcer] Miss Alexandra Moore.

Presented by her mother,

the Right Honorable Lady Moore.

Since when are you one

who simply glides in?

Since when do you wear so many ruffles?

- It is the style of the season.

- [announcer] Miss Natalie Green.

Presented by her mother,

the Right Honorable Lady Green.

[classical music fades out]

[exhales deeply]

It is your debut, Francesca.

Are you not excited?

I suppose entering society

means I might meet someone.

It would be pleasant to have my own house.

You are only a week back from Bath,

and already you are eager to escape us.

No. I simply could use some peace.

I'm afraid if peace is what you are after,

then this may all be rather overwhelming.

You know, even Daphne--

Mama, do not trouble yourself.

If I can be at ease

in the chaos of our home,

surely, I shall find my way in the season.

[announcer] Miss Francesca Bridgerton,

presented by her mother,

the Right Honorable Dowager

Lady Bridgerton.

[light classical music builds slowly]

The Bridgerton girl, Your Majesty.

You have had good luck with Bridgertons.

[announcer] Miss Winifred Barragan.

Presented by her mother,

the Right Honorable Baroness Barragan.

[music peaks and fades out]

Unquestionably, our wedding

was much more beautiful than yours.

I thought our wedding was rather fine.

Yes. They do say

it is easier to impress older brides.

If it were to please my bride,

I would wed you a second time.

A third.

As many as it takes to make you happy.

And spend our dear departed Aunt Petunia's

money in the process, Mr. Dankworth?

Thank goodness Aunt Petunia died.

And just in time for our honeymoon.

- I rather liked Aunt Petunia.

- [Prudence scoffs] Of course you did.

She was a tiresome spinster

who always had her nose in a book.

She was not tiresome.

She just did not care for either of you.

Enough. Today we return to society

in good standing, our finances in order,

and without any man telling us what to do.

Let us enjoy this day.

[soft classical music plays]

[chuckles, muttering]

If I may speak my mind, ma'am.

You always do, Varley.

[clears throat] The Aunt Petunia story,

no offense to the dead,

but will anyone

really believe that a spinster

who never owned so much as a donkey cart

would have a fortune to leave to you?

[quietly] For heaven's sake.

No one in London knows how she lived.

For all they know, she could've been

hiding jars of coin under her floorboards.

The truth has a way

of rearing its ugly head.

But pay no heed to me.

There you are.

I take it you are finally done

with daydreaming?

I am. Shall we go?

[jaunty classical music playing]

[light chuckling]

Oh!

[Lady Livingston] Where is she?

Not to pick a diamond

at the presentation is one thing,

but not to appear

at an event arranged in her honor

is another thing altogether.

Did our girls this morning

leave that much to be desired?

They do seem rather... preoccupied.

Do you find yourself back in town

for any particular reason?

In search of something? Or someone?

If you're asking if I came back

to take a wife this season,

I'm afraid the answer may disappoint.

Although, if there is one thing

I learned on my travels,

it is forever to expect the unexpected.

[chuckling lightly]

[laughter and indistinct chattering]

[Cressida] Oh, look.

If it isn't Penelope Featherington.

Back in a dress the color of--

- Cressida.

- [Cressida] Eloise!

- There you are. I've been looking for you.

- [Eloise] And I for you.

Shall we go and get some lemonade?

Splendid idea. I am parched with thirst.

Is it not congenial

to be back from the country?

All that draft and emptiness.

You do know others call that "fresh air"?

[Cressida] Of course.

Befriending you there

was a happy surprise.

But ultimately, it is London

where I am most at home.

And the season will be all the better

now I have you by my side.

[Eloise] Of course.

I've been dreaming of my future husband

since I was a child.

He should be handsome,

romantic, intelligent.

Do not forget well-bred and tall.

I have always pictured a man

who writes poetry. But above all else,

it should be someone who gives me

butterflies just by looking at him.

[chuckles softly]

And you, Miss Francesca?

[clears throat]

Someone... kind, I suppose.

Well, that is plain.

You do not want someone unkind.

[chuckling] No. Of course not.

[awkward chuckling]

[Violet] One week returned from honeymoon,

and already my son

has left you to fend for yourself.

[chuckles lightly]

Our time away means

Anthony's stack of paperwork

has grown nearly to the ceiling.

With luck,

he'll be caught up by the first ball.

Let us hope so. With two sisters

out in society this season,

the work has only just begun.

She seems rather composed, does she not?

Quite practical.

She is, but practicality

is quite the opposite of love.

I am eager to see how she will fare.

And Eloise?

I do not understand this new friendship.

[chuckles quietly]

But I spent enough time last season

trying to assist her

until my assistance

nearly drove her outside society.

So I am not interfering.

For now.

- You always see your children so clearly.

- [chuckles]

I hope to be half the viscountess you are.

I am sure you will be even greater.

And forgive me. I will move

into a dower house as soon as I find one.

It is quite a task

having two girls in society at once.

Do not worry.

Back in India, mothers stay in the home

long beyond their children's wedding.

I am grateful to have you close.

Lady Bridgerton.

[both] Yes.

- Oh!

- Oh, dear.

- [laughter]

- Are you enjoying the festivities today?

Very much.

Although the queen's absence is noted.

Yes.

I do think she finds herself

somewhat reticent

after her instincts

went astray last season.

But, of course,

it all worked out in the end.

- [chuckling]

- I would not worry.

Perhaps you should tell that

to the other mamas.

- [whimsical music plays]

- Mmm...

[chuckling]

My travels? I cannot begin

to share my travel adventures with you.

If I did, you would swoon.

[chuckling]

- [Colin] And we cannot have that.

- [chuckling]

How is it possible

your dance cards for the season

are not yet full of suitors?

[girls chuckling]

You are flowers in bloom.

Each one of you.

My stories from abroad are not suitable

for such tender young ladies.

[chuckling]

Were I to tell you

even the tiniest adventure, well,

I'd be forced to marry you.

[girls chuckling]

Such an array of beautiful ladies.

[chuckling]

Men will be fighting over you.

[chuckling]

I cannot compete.

[girl] Oh...

[chuckling]

[sighs]

[chuckles]

[whimsical music peaks and fades out]

We woke up to find

he had fled in the night.

He did not even stop

to take his gun cabinet. Or me.

[Lady Cowper] Well, let us hope

that whoever lays claim to be

the next Lord Featherington

has more scruples.

Or does common thievery run in the family?

In fact,

there shall be no more laying claim,

as the last Lord Featherington

wrote a document

bequeathing the estate to my girls.

Just as soon as

one of them produces an heir.

Did he?

Shall we get some refreshments?

Perhaps something strong?

Pen. It is good to see you.

Is it?

Truly. It has felt like I've been absent

years instead of months.

Much has certainly changed in that time.

A good deal, I know,

but it was all the rage in Paris.

You look distinguished.

But, then again, you always have.

When all is said and done,

it is merely clothing.

Whereas elsewhere,

things seem to have fundamentally changed.

Am I mistaken, or was Eloise walking

arm-in-arm with Cressida Cowper?

As you said,

sometimes time moves rather quickly.

[Philippa] Why didn't you tell us sooner

one of us would be

the new Lady Featherington?

What purpose would there be

in telling either of you to make a son?

You're both married women.

Must we tell a baker to bake?

Technically, one of our sons

would be the new Lord Featherington.

One of us would be the heir's mama.

"One of us"? You think you are part

of this race? With what husband?

Technically, when I'm the heir's mama,

the first necessity will be

ridding the house of dusty books.

After, of course,

I've changed Mama's ghastly curtains.

Do not worry. I will let you

keep your books... in the cloakroom.

Oh! Which, I imagine, will be empty,

as who will want to visit either of you?

Neither of you will be inheriting anything

if you do not go home and get to work.

Can we not come over for pudding first?

Your cook is so much better than ours.

Well, that's your fault

for marrying men without title. Go!

[light classical music playing]

Let us hope they take their time.

[sighs]

I take comfort in knowing that you

will always be here to take care of me.

[exhales deeply]

[pensive classical music playing]

[pensive music intensifies]

[music peaks and fades out]

I do not wish to see

a citrus color ever again.

Sour colors, indeed.

But what has brought about

this sudden desire for change?

I cannot live at home any longer.

It's been hard enough living

under my mother's rules. But my sisters...

To live at the whim

of either the most cruel

or the most simple person I know...

I must take a husband before that happens.

It is time.

I see.

And does my lady

have a certain suitor in mind?

I should like to be sensible.

Someone kind,

who allows me my privacy,

for obvious reasons.

Then a new look is just the thing.

Perhaps something

like what they are wearing in Paris?

[light tune playing on piano]

- I love it, brother. Where is it from?

- A trader in Marseille.

My perfume is from Paris?

Where are my handsome playing cards from?

Is this writing Spanish?

- You visited France and Spain?

- My sheet music is Italian.

Exactly how many cities

did you visit in four months?

I lost count, in truth.

No. Not in here.

Outside, where our mother can't see.

[Colin chuckles]

Francesca, where is your sister?

Eloise! Time for the modiste.

Will this family ever be on time?

A gift for you, Mother.

Thank you.

It is lovely.

Truly.

[both chuckle]

Oh, my. We really are late. [chuckles]

Francesca.

Eloise!

[whimsical music playing]

Eloise. Surely you are not eager

to hasten to the modiste?

- [chuckles]

- I've something for you.

- Ah! Here it is.

- It is a book.

- A rare Bavarian text on the rights--

- I am reading something.

- It is called Emma.

- A novel?

You have never been one

for silly romances.

[music fades out]

Perhaps my tastes have changed.

The writings I read before

of women making their way outside society,

those were the romances.

This book has humor and truth...

the pains of friendship.

It is altogether more probable.

And I take it your taste in friendship

has changed as well?

Cressida surprised me this summer.

She showed me kindness

in the country when no one else would.

And what of Penelope?

We have simply grown apart.

Lady Whistledown

nearly ruined me last season.

I lost the battle, and I have no appetite

for the war. I've joined the winning side.

Not unlike you, I take it?

Or is this truly the new you?

Hmm.

A man cannot tell his secrets.

Mmm...

Must be lonely.

[bright classical music playing]

[music fades out]

Could you please meet me

in the carriage, Rae?

[shop bell rings]

I've been hoping we would meet.

Did not seem so when you were hiding away

in the countryside this summer.

I avoided society because

I did not know if you'd want to see me.

And because you were worried

I might reveal your secret.

I do appreciate you keeping it.

Eloise, I am so sorry about everything.

For what you did, or because I discovered

it was you who wrote such damning things?

You may not understand,

but I was trying to protect--

No, I do not need your explanations.

I have kept your secret exactly because

I do not wish to keep revisiting the past.

Now you have your life, and I have mine.

With Cressida?

- [scoffs]

- Are you really friends with her?

I wish you very well, Penelope.

Your Madeira, sir.

I am not one to complain

about a mid-afternoon tipple,

but what's the occasion?

To thank you for taking care of the estate

while I was on honeymoon.

I was surprised to see

every "t" crossed and "i" dotted.

Well, I do not know

whether to be moved or offended.

Perhaps both?

[sighs]

In truth, I enjoyed having a purpose.

Whereas now that you're back,

I'm not certain what I'm supposed to do.

I'm certain Mother has a list

of ladies she could offer you.

Brother, please take

some of his attention.

And you, I invited here

to congratulate on your many new admirers.

I'm not certain that should cheer me.

Bridgertons, my apologies for the wait.

- Business is good.

- [Benedict] We are glad to see it.

- Will you join us for one?

- Pardon me. Um...

Wife business comes first. [chuckles]

Mr. Dundas is here to see us, Will.

Mr. Dundas. Can I offer you a drink?

[chuckles] No. No, thank you.

Ah. I shall be quick.

And now that I have you both.

Are you aware, Mrs. Mondrich,

of your great-aunt, Lady Kent?

Kent, yes.

We met once in my youth. A very cold lady.

She is colder now, I am afraid.

Oh, she's died?

Has she left us something?

She has not left you something.

She has left your son Nicholas everything.

And while you have several cousins

more closely related to her,

none have male children.

As such, Nicholas shall be

the next Baron of Kent.

[hopeful classical music playing]

Perhaps we might need drinks.

[music fades out]

[dog barking]

[gentle classical music playing]

[Kate pants]

[both moan softly]

[Kate panting slowly]

[Anthony moans softly]

[Violet] Do not run. She will hear you.

[Gregory chattering]

- [Anthony] Ignore them.

- I cannot.

- [Francesca] Go away! She will hear you.

- Trust me.

What's happening there cannot be as

important as what's happening down here.

Making an heir.

[both laugh]

You do know

that what we are doing

is not how one makes an heir?

We have to start somewhere.

It is my first week

as viscountess in my new home.

Tonight is Lady Danbury's ball.

I must make a good impression.

[Kate laughs]

[light classical music plays]

[indistinct overlapping chatter]

[clinks]

[music fades out]

I should like to try something

a little different tonight.

[uplifting classical music plays]

[music fades out]

[indistinct overlapping chatter]

[up-tempo classical tune playing]

[Lady Danbury] Ah...

Oh, Lady Danbury,

you have outdone yourself once again.

As you know,

the first ball is no small thing.

I do not take it lightly.

[classical tune ends]

[Cressida] I wonder what

Whistledown will write about next issue.

The season is off to quite a dull start.

I am sure she will find something.

Or make something up.

Pardon me, miss.

We failed to collect your cloak.

Yes, of course.

[uplifting classical music playing]

I do not think that will be necessary.

[Prudence] Is everyone staring at us?

Jealousy, my love, that you are now mine.

It is not us they stare at.

[Philippa] She spends my fortune

before I can claim it!

That is her intention.

If she wants to wear

such a melancholy color,

that is her prerogative.

I told the contessa that,

in my homeland, we do not--

[song fades out]

[up-tempo classical tune plays]

Miss Featherington. A pleasure to see you.

What a striking gown you have on.

You as well, my lord.

Uh... [chuckles]

Not the gown part, obviously.

The first part.

It is a pleasure to see you all

in your proper evening dress,

which is not at all gown-like.

You genuinely enjoy embroidery?

Of course I do. There is

simply so much one can do with it.

For example?

Since you have asked,

the stem stitch, tried and true.

The straight stitch,

running stitch, chain stitch.

The French knot, if one was feeling bold.

[Miss Hartigan] Oh, yes! [chuckles]

I like to read very much.

Perhaps too much.

My mama is always telling me

put my books down.

Not that there is anything wrong

with reading, of course.

I'm not sure of her reasoning.

Do you all like to read?

[Miss Hartigan]

The feather stitch, the fly stitch.

Ooh! The detached chain stitch. [chuckles]

Do you not have a favorite, Miss Eloise?

Wha-- The... uh, shift stitch. [chuckles]

I'm not familiar.

It's the one that shifts this conversation

perhaps to something besides embroidery.

Oh!

A jest.

How clever.

[light classical music playing]

- Perhaps--

- I-- Oh... [chuckles]

Uh, forgive me. Uh... Please.

You were saying, Lord Barnell?

[Lord Barnell] I was going to say

perhaps we should take our leave,

lest we remain too long and give

Lady Whistledown something to write about.

And that one. Who is she?

That, Your Majesty,

is Miss Penelope Featherington.

This is her third season out.

But there are several

impressive new contenders

for Your Majesty's favor,

should you care to grace them with such.

And why should I grace them with anything?

Well, there is some anxiety

amongst the mamas

that you have not yet selected a diamond.

A diamond is precious

precisely because it is rare.

I throw one diamond ball,

and anxious mamas expect

a diamond every year. Hmm.

I threw a zebra ball once.

Do they expect a new zebra each year?

Mmm... Well, you are right.

You have only named the diamond once.

I believe it was Lady Whistledown

who named the diamond the first year.

How right she was about the duchess.

[Charlotte] Mmm.

Miss Francesca, tell us,

what are your hobbies?

I play the pianoforte.

That is magnificent.

And your other interests?

Pianoforte does take up

a great deal of my time. [chuckles]

I think what Lord Fife means to say is,

who are you besides your hobbies?

Yes. What do you desire?

What do you despise?

What makes you, uh, tick?

I...

I think my brother needs me.

If you would excuse me one moment.

Brother, I should like a moment alone.

Of course.

Oh, dear. Is Francesca quite well?

She simply needed a moment, as do I.

And I should like to use that moment

to dance with my beautiful wife.

Please enjoy yourselves.

- [whispers] Interference.

- [Violet chuckles, inhales]

[sweeping classical music plays]

Penelope.

[Penelope] You ought to take to the floor.

[Francesca] Ought I?

Once one finds oneself on the wall,

it is difficult to come off it.

No matter what one does.

At least the wall is not asking

what makes me tick.

[Penelope] Did you not enjoy

conversing with those gentlemen?

[Francesca] I expected conversation.

I did not expect to be inspected

as if I were some rare insect

writhing under a microscope.

You do not much like

attracting notice, do you?

Not really. No.

Perhaps that does make you rare.

It seems as though every Bridgerton

was born to attract notice

in one way or another.

I am... different from my siblings as well.

It can be difficult, can it not?

But they are wonderful, each of them.

I know. You are lucky for that.

And you are lucky to have so much notice.

Even if it is trying.

For some of us, notice is very slight.

Miss Francesca. A dance?

[music fades out]

Of course, my lord.

You really ought

to take to the floor again.

It's difficult to come off the wall

once you are on it.

[chuckles softly]

[bright classical music plays]

[sighs]

[groans]

Are you well, Miss Featherington?

Yes. Forgive me. Cold headache.

From the ice cream

or the very congenial-looking miss

with the sneer?

[scoffs]

Do not worry. I've been the recipient

of an untold number of withering looks.

Hers was mediocre at best.

Um, Lord Debling, is it not?

And why do I have the feeling that you,

in turn, know how to make one wither

if you so choose?

Me?

Well, I-- I suppose--

I do not. [chuckles]

[chuckles, coughs] Uh...

Excuse me. I--

- [fabric tears]

- Ooh!

How mortifying! I am so clumsy.

My deepest apologies.

Heavens. Well, accidents will happen.

Miss Featherington,

I shall find a maid to help you.

It'd be most appreciated.

Miss Cowper.

It is a pity you did not choose

something sturdier.

Perhaps if you had not bought

such cheap fabric,

it would not have ripped. [chuckles]

Pen, I am-- I'm so sorry.

There were perhaps some late nights.

Pen? She did not look well, did she?

The Featherington girl?

Why concern yourself with her?

I want to know what happened

on these late nights.

Whatever happened to you, I must say,

you are much more fun this season.

Do excuse me, just a moment.

[footman] Right away, miss.

The carriage for Miss Featherington!

[man] Aye.

- Pen.

- Colin.

What are you doing out here?

I am just... getting some fresh air.

Why are you leaving so soon?

Especially in such a charming dress.

- Do not mock me, please.

- Mock you?

I assure you I am quite serious.

The color rather suits you.

Good night, Mr. Bridgerton.

- Do you not need a chaperone?

- Spinsters don't need chaperones.

[chuckles] You are not a spinster.

I am in my third year on

the marriage mart, with no prospects.

What would you call that?

Is something wrong, Pen?

Between us, I mean.

I wrote to you this summer,

as I always do.

And... well, you did not respond.

Admittedly, very few did. But...

If you are going to make me

say it out loud,

I miss you.

You miss me?

You miss me, but you'd never court me.

Is that correct?

Pen, I--

I overheard you...

at my mama's ball last season,

telling everyone how you would

never court Penelope Featherington.

Perhaps we should talk

somewhere more private?

Because I embarrass you?

Of course you would never court me.

I am the laughingstock of the ton,

even when I change my entire wardrobe.

It never occurred to me that you,

of all people, could be so cruel.

[tense classical music playing]

[birds chirping]

[music fades out]

There is, um, a gentleman

here to see you, ma'am.

Lady Featherington,

I am pleased to make your acquaintance.

Good day, Mr...

Walter Dundas, Esquire.

I work for the Crown,

responsible for ensuring

the lines of succession run smoothly

within our great families.

I see.

And, uh, to what do we owe the visit?

I have been made aware

that your cousin Jack Featherington

recently left town

with your entire fortune.

Yes, sir. My cousin, the swindler.

That man was a terrible liar.

Hmm.

I have in my possession

a document he signed granting the estate

to one of your daughters

once she produces a male heir.

Ah, yes, that document.

That document is valid.

Even a broken clock is right twice a day.

[chuckles]

It is a rather unusual situation.

Are any of your daughters with child?

Oh, I do hope

to receive the news any day now.

I see.

Currently, the Crown is unaware

of another living male heir.

It would be quite a task

transferring the estate to another family.

A great deal of upheaval

for the Featherington tenants and society,

and, frankly, me.

But should I find that this rather

convenient document is, in fact, forged

before one of your girls has an heir,

the upheaval may indeed be necessary.

Well, then,

it is a good thing

the document is not forged,

and that my girls

do so love their husbands.

[chuckles]

A very good thing indeed.

I shall pay

another visit to you very soon.

Mmm.

Such a beautiful home.

Good day.

Thankfully, I do not have

much competition this season.

Aside from Francesca, who stirred

a good deal of interest, I suppose.

But I do believe my handling of Penelope

was a clear message. Would you agree?

I believe the message was received by all

with that particular trick.

You disapprove?

- I thought we did not like Penelope.

- What you did was cruel and unnecessary.

You often talk of how difficult

it has been for you to find a husband.

But do you not think it might be easier

if you displayed a bit less... frankness?

It has been difficult to find a husband.

It has been more difficult still

to find a friend.

I've not had many since my debut.

Not real ones.

I did as a girl.

But the season has a way

of coming between young ladies,

pitting us against one another.

I suppose I've fallen prey to it... once

or twice.

- Or thrice.

- [chuckles]

But you are right.

Society does not seek

to forge affections amongst us. I--

I thought I was the only one who noticed.

I did try to befriend you

in your first season out.

But you rejected my suit.

I actually do not blame you.

I have not always been kind.

But whatever Penelope did

to lose your friendship...

you are right.

She is undeserving of my attention.

And of yours.

Let us think only of ourselves.

We are far more interesting.

[chuckles]

I'm inclined to agree with you.

[pleasant classical music plays]

You are back.

[music fades out]

How were your meetings?

Not nearly as good as our bed.

Shall we return to it?

Hmm...

- [sighs]

- Mmm...

There is a matter

I must discuss with you first.

Your mother.

I know.

I know. She's doing

everything she can to delay her move.

- I will speak with her today.

- What if you did not?

Your mother enjoys

being viscountess so much,

while I have already spent years

taking care of Edwina

and running the Sharma household.

And I've never seen you happier

than when you were away

from the duty of running this place.

[gentle music playing]

So why not put ourselves first for once

and extend the honeymoon?

Are you quite sure?

We have our lives

to be viscount and viscountess.

For now, the only duty that interests me

is making an heir or two.

[sighs] Ah...

- Let your mother stay a little longer.

- I do not want to speak...

of my mother a moment longer.

[Kate grunts]

[both moaning, panting]

[music fades out]

My dear.

Tell me, how was last night? Mm?

Did you enjoy your first ball?

It was... satisfactory.

My dear,

think of the balls as playing a duet.

When you play with another person,

there is a certain vulnerability

which can be quite frightening,

I would imagine. But it is worth it

once you find that person with whom you

make an unexpected harmony.

I'm not frightened of the balls, Mama.

Or of finding a match.

What you and Father,

and Daphne and Anthony

all have is enviable,

but it is also rare.

And I am not certain I need to feel

butterflies or... unexpected harmony,

per your metaphor. [chuckles]

But you will at least be open

if love comes your way.

Yes?

Let us see what happens.

Ma'am? The viscountess is looking for you.

[Violet chuckles lightly]

[somber music playing]

You have a visitor, miss.

I'm sorry for intruding.

[music fades out]

It's all right.

And I am very sorry

for my callous comment here last year.

- It pains me to see you upset.

- Then perhaps you should not have come.

I am not the man I was last season.

And I'm most certainly not ashamed of you.

The opposite is true, in fact.

I seek you out at every social assembly

because I know you will lift my spirits

and make me see the world

in ways I could not have imagined.

You are clever and warm and...

I am proud to call you

my very good friend.

It has been vexing...

watching you walk back

into society with such ease.

When every year, I pray I might finally

feel that way amidst the marriage mart,

and that comfort never materializes.

Well, if a husband is what you seek,

then... let me help you.

Help me how?

I was in 17 cities this summer,

and what I have learned

is that charm can be taught.

Colin, I cannot have you with me,

whispering into my ear in every ballroom.

You will not need that.

We will have lessons.

And you will quickly master them,

I am certain.

There is nothing more I want than

to earn back the favor of the one person

who has always truly

made me feel... appreciated.

What do you say?

You want me to shake your hand?

It is perhaps unusual,

but... are we not friends?

[pensive classical music plays]

Friends.

[Colin] I shall see you soon.

[sighs]

[chuckles softly]

[woman] Is that Whistledown?

[Lady Whistledown] Dearest Gentle Reader,

when the tide of change turns,

it can be sudden, fierce, and deadly.

Especially for the unprepared.

It seems to this author

that our bon ton is moving

with the changing tide,

to be sure.

Lord Kent.

Welcome to your new home.

[Lady Whistledown] While others cling

firmly to that which they already know.

None more so than our queen,

who has still yet to choose a diamond.

This author wonders if her hesitancy

is a symptom of fortitude or fear.

If it is the latter,

pride in past achievements

will not benefit her,

as our debutantes

are ready to play this season.

Your serve, Your Majesty.

It seems Lady Whistledown

is playing games again.

Ah.

Are you going to play along, Your Majesty?

I do love a game.

Especially when I am so often the victor.

[Penelope] Whistledown has come early.

I am reading it. Are you mad?

You of all people would be quite

interested in today's issue, Penelope.

Lady Whistledown has a good deal to say

about your precious Bridgertons.

Colin, in fact.

Whatever she's said about him,

she is wrong.

[Lady Whistledown] Dare I say,

this author is ready to play as well.

I do not fear change.

I embrace it.

And then there are some

who take the embrace of change

a step too far.

Good afternoon, sister.

Brother! Afternoon.

Where were you?

Nowhere. What are you reading?

Nothing.

Whistledown.

You are mentioned.

[Lady Whistledown] And then there are some

who take the embrace of change

a step too far,

as with Mr. Colin Bridgerton,

who seems to have embraced

a new personality entirely.

But one must wonder,

is this new character the real him,

or simply a ploy for attention?

And does Mr. Bridgerton even know?

[music fades out]

[clears throat]

How are you?

I do not care what

Lady Whistledown writes about me.

But ruining Miss Thompson...

I mean, Lady Crane,

and then nearly ruining you last season...

I will never forgive her.

[tense music playing]

Do you...

have any idea who she might be?

I do not.

But trust me, if I ever find out,

I will make sure

it is her life that is ruined.

[music intensifies]

[music fades out]

[theme music playing]

[music ends]

БРИДЖЕРТОНЫ

Она меня возненавидела.

Ну что ты. Ты была прекрасна.

МАДАМ ДЕЛАКРУА

МОДИСТКА

БАЛ ЧЕТЫРЕХ СЕЗОНОВ, 1815 ГОД

ДОРОГОЙ ЧИТАТЕЛЬ,

ВЕТЕР ПЕРЕМЕН МОЖЕТ БЫТЬ

НЕИСТОВЫМ

КОРОЛЕВА

Я НЕ БОЮСЬ ПЕРЕМЕН.

СТАЛ СОВЕРШЕННО ДРУГИМ ЧЕЛОВЕКОМ

МИСТЕР КОЛИН БРИДЖЕРТОН.