- I cannot stop thinking of you.
From the mornings you ease, to the evenings you quiet
to the dreams you inhabit.
My thoughts of you never end.
I am yours, Daphne.
I have always been yours.
(orchestral violin music)
- Tell me your name.
Your name, sir.
- Am I honestly to believe you do not already know my name?
- I assure you, I am anything but interested in you.
- Good.
- Quite.
- And I anything but interested in you,
the eldest sister of my oldest friend,
yet another recent subject of a certain writer,
chased, neat, desperate.
- I shall have you know-
- To marry, that is.
Tell me I am wrong.
If I were truly courting you, I would not need flowers.
Only five minutes alone with you in a drawing room.
- Exactly how many horses do you have?
Might I have an extra one?
Your horses are the prettiest.
- Hyacinth, I do believe the Duke has heard enough.
- Would a pony do?
- I could not fathom.
- Now here's the tricky one.
(girl and boy laughing)
- You do realize it is only made of paper?
- Is it?
(imitating horse sound)
- Your grace, I had no intention.
- Of knocking the chap flat out?
I must say I'm impressed.
- Marry me, Miss Bridgerton.
- Now, as far as proposals go,
that may be the least romantic of all.
Stare into my eyes.
(dramatic violin music)
Here, closer.
If this is to work, we must appear madly in love.
- We must continue our ruse until I've found my match.
- In the grand battle of the season
I am your trusted general marshaling the troupes.
- Wellington could only hope for a soldier so brave.
- And handsome, must not forget that.
How does one manage to make
such a terribly unbecoming sound while laughing?
Well, now you were just making it look easy.
- I will happily restate my intentions
with respect to your sister.
She's a prize I have long coveted
for her beauty, for her grace.
- For her powerful right hook.
- We should discuss the matter of Daphne's dowry.
- There is nothing to discuss.
I will not accept one.
- I beg your pardon?
- I need not be paid to marry Daphne,
it is frankly an insulting custom in my judgment.
You may place the money in trust for her if you like.
But you need not harbor any doubts
of my intention to support your sister.
Her wellbeing is my responsibility now.
I take that duty with the utmost seriousness.
The young lady flatters me,
but it was not love at first sight for either of us.
There was attraction certainly, at least on my part.
But Miss Bridgerton thought me presumptuous,
arrogant, insincere, all fair really.
I thought her a prim young lady
barely out of leading strings.
Not to mention the sister of my best friend and so romance
was entirely out of the question for both of us.
But in so removing it we found something far greater,
we found friendship.
You see, Miss Bridgerton and I have been fooling
all of Mayfair for quite some time.
We have fooled them into thinking we are courting
when really all along,
we simply enjoyed each other's company so much
we could not stay away from one another.
To meet a beautiful woman is one thing,
but to meet your best friend and the most beautiful of women
is something entire apart.
It is with my sincerest apologies,
I must say it took the prince coming along for me to realize
I did not want Miss Bridgerton to only be my friend,
I wanted her to be my wife.
I want her to be my wife.
I want to show you the bedroom.
- Yours or mine?
- You truly believe we are to have separate rooms?
I should think not.
- Stop, she'll see.
What ever will they think?
- What does it matter?
(slow orchestral violin music)