If one of you utters a single word... We've not yet been introduced. I'm afraid that is not possible Not when I have a victory lap to enjoy. Your character is as deficient as your horsemanship. I shall bid you goodnight. I... am a woman. You are... Pen. You do not count. You're my friend. (I hate to say it, I hope I don't sound ridiculous.) (I don't know who this man is...) I look like a prize calf, trussed up for auction. Should we separate them? It's all in good spirit. I think. Yes! I'm having such fun! And you must be Miss Edwina. No. This is her sister. Miss Kate Sharma. Some tea, my lord? Perhaps some more milk may be better. Oh! Are those marbles? The mallet of death. Would you look at that brother? Is this yours? Not at all. You're welcome to it. You threatened to beat me last time I touched... You exaggerate! Are you the superstitious sort? I know some men cannot perform without their familiar tools. Like a child with a blanket. (Right in front of my salad?!) Was I truly that blind? Oh, come and see the baby, Eloise! Why? Has he changed since I saw him last? (Two hours later.) Have you noticed, Col? The twinkle of the candles... It is as ... It is as if ... We sit among the stars! What is wrong with you? Oh! Benedict, dear... I got in! They must see great promise in my work. Oh, my! You shall all bear witness to my talents! Shhh! It's the middle of the night! You're still convinced we've lost our prey? I'm convinced... The deer... (I mean I'm not a sl*t but who knows?) Did you tell the Viscount about your bee sting? I got stung. Ah! It is clear that you have affection for Miss Sharma. The two of you cannot seem to stay away from one another. Because she is aggravating! Oh! Is that what I just witnessed? And, so... I'm wondering if... You might also have thoughts... of me... when you think. I was painting that! I am a gentleman. I'm a gentleman. I'm a gentleman. (Sure, Jan.) I am to return to India. I'm returning to India. I'm returning to India. It is decided. (Sure, Jan.) Come, now! It is not proper to stare. Lord Bridgerton... Yes. It is fine weather we're having, Miss Sharma. Is it not? You wish to speak to me of the weather? Perhaps your life might be easier if you pursued someone with a less disagreeable sister. But why should I be the one to admit defeat?! Regardless of which young lady I've chosen to pursue... Perhaps your sister aims straight on the field... But surely she would have some trouble managing. Why would you assume I had any trouble managing at all, my lord? I only mean to say... Because I am a woman? No... No. I did not say that. But you thought it. What a keen observation, Pen. Obstinate, inflexible, unyielding to good, plain common sense. Well, I can certainly understand why that would be so troubling for a man like you. Then I know what I must do. The other morning. When I was stung. After which you out my hand to your bosom. To show you that I was unharmed. You were overcome. Indeed I was not. You were the one who then looked at me. You looked at me! Not in the way you did. And how exactly did I look? What are you?! An idiot sandwich.
