The Duchess Page #3
seeing, as he does, a giant belly
every time he passes a mirror.
If your belly were on a woman, well,
we'd all know what to think.
My dear Sheridan,
an hour ago my belly was on a woman.
Now what do you think?
That will teach you to insult Mr. Fox
before the gaming has begun.
It's very good.
No more bets, please.
Seven.
Her Grace wins again.
Another wager?
- Are you all right, Your Grace?
- Your Grace!
My wife is in labor.
Come along.
I think this calls for a toast.
I may have an heir
before the night is out.
Ladies and gentlemen,
I give you the sixth Duke of Devonshire.
The sixth Duke of Devonshire!
- Your Grace.
- I am in no mood for a conversation.
But, pray tell me, is my daughter...
Is your daughter at all able
to give me a son?
Take heart, Your Grace.
As long as the mother is in good health,
consider this mishap a draft,
a promise of what is soon to come.
- In our family, we...
- Yes, I know, in your family,
in your family.
Your Grace.
Can you see the light? Can you see it?
- Darling, how are you?
- Quite well.
- Is she strong and healthy?
- She's perfect.
- Yes.
Is he upset that she's not a son?
He just glanced at her and then left.
I've hardly seen him since.
It's been a difficult time for His Grace,
my dear.
Many eyes are upon him
and not all of them kind.
She is the loveliest.
- Nurse?
- No, I will feed her.
- Are you sure, darling?
- Yes.
I am her mother, after all,
even if she is only a girl.
There.
Hell and damnation!
It is always a pleasure
when one is on holiday
to request a few words of wisdom.
it is a great honor to hand over
to our most distinguished guest.
When she arrives,
all eyes are upon her.
When absent, she is the subject
of universal conversation.
And what we see her wearing tonight,
I look forward to seeing
the rest of you wearing tomorrow!
The empress of fashion herself,
the Duchess of Devonshire.
We come away to Bath
to get away from London,
and all of London
has come away to Bath.
Somebody did indeed ask me
what kind of feather it is
that I'm wearing.
Well, there are only two specimens
of this rare bird known to man.
One of them has clearly ended up
on top of my head.
And the other, rumor has it,
is running for office in the Tory Party.
Bess Foster.
Excuse me.
- I don't believe we've been introduced.
- No, we haven't. Lady Elizabeth Foster.
- I saw you talking with my husband.
- Yes. He wanted to dance.
That's not usually considered his forte.
And you declined?
I'm ill at ease with male company
for the moment.
Thank you.
So what brings you to Bath?
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