WE NEED TO MAKE IT
FEEL REAL.
JUST LIKE YOU SAID, MY LADY. IT HAS TO LOOK REAL.
LIKE LOVERS SNEAKING AWAY FROM THE SERVANTS' EYES
TO ENJOY A SECRET RENDEZVOUS SOMEWHERE SECLUDED.
ah, wait..!
AND THAT SCRAP OF CLOTH YOU BROUGHT ALONG LIKE A PROPER LADY
GETS TRAPPED BENEATH OUR TANGLED BODIES
AND GROUND INTO THE DIRT AS WE MOVE AROUND. NATURALLY.
BY THE END, YOU WON'T EVEN HAVE THE PRESENCE OF MIND TO RETRIEVE WHAT YOU LOST,
AND YOU WON'T KNOW WHERE YOU DROPPED YOUR HANDKERCHIEF YOURSELF.
THAT'S HOW COMPLETELY WE NEED TO LOSE OURSELVES IN EACH OTHER.
ANYTHING LESS, AND THE PRINCESS WON'T FALL FOR IT.
THAT'S ENOUGH FOR TODAY.
PATHETIC BASTARD. CAN'T EVEN KEEP YOUR OWN LUST UNDER CONTROL.
I WONDER IF NANNY AND RAINA ARE DOING WELL.
I CAN'T TELL THEM WHERE I AM, SO THEY WON'T BE ABLE TO WRITE BACK,
BUT I SHOULD AT LEAST SEND THEM WORD SO THEY DON'T WORRY.
PARDON ME, MY LADY. MAY I COME IN?
MRS. CAMERON?
THESE DRESSES ARRIVED FROM THE DRESSMAKER.
WE NEED TO MAKE SURE THEY FIT YOU PROPERLY.
Why are there so many...?
I WAS TOLD HIS GRACE CHOSE THE FABRICS AND DESIGNS IN ADVANCE.
HE... CHOSE THEM IN ADVANCE?
YES, MY LADY.
SHALL WE TRY THEM ON ONE AT A TIME?
PLEASE... TELL ME THIS IS THE LAST ONE, MRS. CAMERON.
THERE ARE STILL TWO MORE.
DID HIS GRACE SECRETLY ORDER YOU TO ASSASSINATE ME?
OF COURSE NOT. THESE DRESSES ARE ALL EXPRESSIONS OF HIS GRACE'S AFFECTION.
THIS DRESS DEFINITELY SUITS YOU BEST.
...YOU THINK SO?
WHEN I WAS LITTLE, I USED TO LOVE DRESSING UP IN BEAUTIFUL GOWNS AND GOING TO BALLS...
THOUGH I RARELY GOT THE CHANCE BECAUSE I WAS SO FRAIL.
THE TEA HAS GONE COMPLETELY COLD.
I'LL BRING FRESH TEA AND SOME SANDWICHES FOR YOU TO SNACK ON.
YES, PLEASE.
...THIS...
IS SOMETHING WRONG, MRS. CAMERON?
WHO GAVE YOU THIS INVITATION?
AN ACQUAINTANCE GAVE IT TO ME. WHY?
THIS INVITATION... PLEASE KEEP IT OUT OF HIS GRACE'S SIGHT AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE.
SEEING IT WOULD ONLY HURT HIM.
THIS INVITATION?
SHE SHOULD BE KEEPING HER HEAD DOWN AND STAYING OUT OF SIGHT,
BUT INSTEAD SHE'S SENDING OUT INVITATIONS STAMPED WITH THE LATE DUKE'S SEAL
AND TRYING TO PLAY MISTRESS OF THE DUCAL HOUSE.
WHAT A VICIOUS BITCH.
MADAM'S ILLNESS BECOMING THIS SEVERE,
AND THE YOUNG MASTER PRACTICALLY FLEEING TO THE MILITARY ACADEMY...
IT'S ALL BECAUSE OF THAT SHAMELESS CUCKOO AND HER SON!
To make their fake love look real, they must act like lovers meeting in secret hidden from the servants; they play the handkerchief game and rehearse intimacy. Afterwards, the woman retreats to her room and wonders about her nanny and Raina, thinking of sending them word. Mrs. Cameron has her try on many dresses from the tailor, pre-selected by the Duke. Tension rises with a late Duke-sealed invitation revealed over cooling tea.
