I'm nearly certain every last one
of my brothers and sisters secretly despise me,
my own mother at that,
despite the fact I've lived the better part of my life
for them.
And yet, still,
all I find myself thinking about,
all I find myself being able to breathe for
is you.
Careful now!
Whoa there!
Is one lady unlike any other?
Simply pick the least objectionable
and get her wed, bed and bred.
Then you can return to more pleasurable pursuits.
And more pleasurable partners.
You may be cavalier,
but if I must leg-shackle myself in marriage,
the lady should have more to recommend her.
Do not tell us you are hoping for a love match.
Love is the last thing I desire.
I can hear you.
You.
Pardon me, my lord.
I never got your name.
I was wondering if we'd meet again.
So you might discern if my wit is acceptable,
my manners genteel?
-But you were eavesdropping. -It was hardly an effort.
Seeing as you were proclaiming
your many requirements for a wife
loud enough for the entire party to hear.
You take issue with my requirements?
I take issue with any man who views women
merely as chattels and breeding stock.
-None of that was meant-- -Viscount Bridgerton, yes?
When you manage to find this paragon of virtue,
whatever makes you think she will accept your suit?
Are the young ladies of London truly so easily won
by a pleasing smile and absolutely nothing more?
So you find my smile pleasing?
I find your opinion of yourself entirely too high.
Your character
is as deficient as your horsemanship.
I shall bid you good night.
How much clearer must I be?
I brought a gift for Miss Edwina.
Take your Trojan horse elsewhere.
I assure you, Miss Sharma, this is a very real horse.
I'd not recommend trying to climb inside.
-This is all a game to you. -I'm not here to play games.
Then what was Mr Dorset if not some deceitful prank?
The business with Mr Dorset was not so gross a deceit
as you imply.
And now you question my judgement.
Only 'cause you question mine.
I have never met a man as brazenly presumptuous--
You do not even know me.
I know you are polished. I know you are careful.
I know you make promises
without so much as uttering a word.
There is not much more I need to know.
Your play, my lord.
Unless you do not wish
to dirty those fine boots of yours.
Do not worry about my boots.
Help.
Just pull.
I am trying. It is stuck.
-Ow. -D'you want my help or not?
-Oh! -Ah!
Happiness is not your strength.
Exasperation, perhaps. Vexation, most definitely.
The only feeling
you are in fact capable of engendering, my lord,
is that of discontent.
-Don't tell me what to do. -Stand still, damn it!
-No, do not move. -It is only a bee. Ow!
-Are you hurt? -What?
Can you breathe?
It is only a sting, of course.
Are you certain?
-My lord? -No, no.
Do not f…
-My lord? -Do not…
I am unharmed.
It was just
a bee.
It was a bee.
From the moment I saw you riding alone in that park,
it was obvious rules are meaningless to you.
Oh, you and your rules!
Perhaps if you'd not been out
once again the other morning,
we might not have been put in such
a difficult situation.
Exactly which difficult situation
are you referring to, my lord?
Your…
-The other morning. -When I was stung?
After which you put my hand to your bosom.
To show you I was unharmed. You were overcome.
-Indeed, I was not. -You then looked at me.
-You looked at me. -Not in the way you did.
And how exactly did I look?
I require no instruction.
Just hold it…
like this.
Night and day, I dream of you.
And what I…
Do you even know all the ways a lady can be seduced?
The things I could teach you.
I did not ask for this,
to be plagued by these feelings…
hiding from my sister…
being driven to distraction
every time you enter the room.
Then you agree?
It is insupportable.
Impossible.
I am a gentleman
and you are a lady of the…
That scent.
It has remained imprinted on my mind
ever since the night of the conservatory ball
on that terrace.
I will stop.
-Do not stop. -I will stop.
Do not stop.
My lord?
I called on you to apologise.
You deserved so much more than that.
I took liberties. I, uh…
I did not want it to happen like that, so…
-I came to apologise… -Yes you already said--
…and to ask you to marry me.
Um…
Miss Sharma.
-I'm here. -What are you doing?
-I'm asking you… -No, no, no, my lord.
I do not need you to ask me anything at all.
Kate.
I am returning to India.
I love you.
I've loved you from the moment
we raced each other in that park.
I have loved you at every dance,
on every walk, every time we've been together
and every time we've been apart.
You do not have to accept it.
You do not have to embrace it.
Or even allow it,
knowing you, you probably will not, but you must know.
In your heart…
you must feel it, because I do.
I love you.
-I do not know what to say. -You don't have to say--
I do not think there is anything else to say…
other than I love you, too.
I want a life that suits us both.
I know I am imperfect,
but I will humble myself before you,
because I cannot imagine my life without you
and that is why I wish to marry you.
You do know there'll never be a day
where you do not vex me.
Is that a promise, Kathani Sharma?
Yes.
Yes, it is a promise.
Well, then.
It seems the two of us
are finally seeing eye-to-eye on something.
I suppose we are.
I suppose that means they are cutting out.
-No, we're not cutting out. -No, not a chance.
Unless you want to take this opportunity
to return upstairs?
And admit defeat?
Never.