This latest batch was not just shriveled but had even turned yellow, which had not been the expected result at all. The Bridgerton Netflix series introduced a number of new characters. I wanted to do something fun, along the lines of the Lady Whistledown entries in my previous books, but the muse didn't strike until. Eloise was happy for Penelope. Phillip rose from bed and pulled open the draperies in his bedchamber, revealing another perfect, sunny day. He’d spent his marriage with Marina looking for someone to talk to, since she was so often absent, but now that she was gone, all he wanted was his own company. It was too soon, of course. Expensive. He didn’t care if she could do sums in her head or speak French or even ride a horse. “Thank God.” He didn’t love her, had never really loved her, but she was his wife, and she was the mother of his children, and she was, deep down, beneath her unshakable cloak of sorrow and despair, a good and fine person. He had been married to her fourth cousin Marina for eight years, which meant that he’d been twenty-one at his wedding. Would she give up on life just because she was sad? Heavens, no, I have not the scientific mind, I’m afraid, although I do have a fair head for sums. He dismissed Miles with a nod, then picked up his letter-opener and slid it under the wax. Her mother was a delight, and she’d even stopped nagging Eloise about getting married. Phillip frowned, then allowed himself a small smile as he moved to the back of the greenhouse to gather his supplies. He told her to fight, even though he knew his words fell on deaf ears. Miss Bridgerton was eight and twenty, however; quite obviously a spinster. There was still time to turn around. He glanced out the window again, reminding himself that it was February. He turned north, his eyes narrowing when he finally saw her. If she told him, then she was committed to the plan. He desperately needed a mother for Amanda and Oliver, but they’d grown so unmanageable that he couldn’t imagine any woman willingly agreeing to cleave unto him in marriage and thus bind herself to those two little devils for life (or at least until they reached majority). Good manners dictated as much, although even Eloise’s mother, surely the supreme arbiter of good behavior, said that Eloise took her correspondence a bit too seriously. He just hadn’t wanted to admit to the expectation. Through the post? And as Phillip carried his burden home, all he could think was how apt those words were. She was breathing now, and clearly in possession of her faculties, misguided though they may be. He supposed he shouldn’t be upset, or even surprised. Phillip entered his greenhouse and shut the door behind him, taking a welcome breath of the moist air. And the worst part –the part that left Eloise wracked with guilt– was thatshe’d never given a thought to how Penelope might feel if she married first, which, in truth, she’d always supposed she would do. Except… she wasn’t. And Phillip did not, as one might imagine, even think the word drown lightly. Her brothers would have been no help whatsoever. No reason, really, except that they weren’t…. At the end of Bridgerton season 1, episode 8, “After the Rain,” Marina leaves London with Phillip Crane after accepting his proposal — but the story isn’t set in stone. Wealth, lust, and betrayal set against the backdrop of Regency-era England, seen through the eyes of the powerful Bridgerton family. He had attended Cambridge and studied botany. “Marina!” he screamed, now breaking into a run. But then the impossible had occurred. What did she know about this man, really? He’d lived with Marina since the day of their marriage. He’d received precious few condolence notes since Marina had died. He liked to read scientific treatises and poetry but not novels and definitely not works of philosophy. “Yes,” he said, turning around slowly, “Gunning?”, “Sir Phillip,” Gunning said, clearing his throat. Melancholy terrified him. hurled?) It was thoughtful of you to take the time to write to a gentleman you have never met. Young, but good. No one could even form a mild but lasting attachment, which Eloise thought she might actually be willing to settle for this go around. Except… she wasn’t. What could have possibly led him to propose marriage to a total stranger? He lifted the glass to his lips, letting the final drops slide into his mouth. “I’m quite certain–” Phillip tried to interrupt. Bridgerton from Shonda Rhimes brings Regency-era London to life on Netflix.The series is based on Julia Quinn‘s best-selling series of the same name. “Curse it,” he muttered. But opting out of some of these cookies may have an effect on your browsing experience. After her passing, Sir Phillip offers a hand in marriage to Eloise Bridgerton via correspondence. He had a home, a respectable fortune, and was only thirty years of age. She’d rarely left her bedchamber; it was easy to forget about someone one never saw. Because in her haste to leave London, she’d neglected to tell him she was coming. She was traveling halfway across England, and no one knew. Eloise was a worthy opponent, and she might prevail in the end, but it would be a long and painful battle. Then he pulled her along to the shore, careful to keep her face above water, even though she didn’t seem to be breathing. Maybe he should stop thinking quite so much and simply try his best and be happy with that. Modern Music. Good gad, no one could fall in love with those two around. My Thirst for Bridgerton As A Side Blog. He strode out of the greenhouse but then stopped, not even a third of the way back to Romney Hall. “Go on,” he said to Miles. It was acceptable –almost fun, even– to be twenty-eight and unmarried as long as Penelope was twenty-eight and unmarried, as well. “I’m taking you home,” he bit out, heaving her none-too-gently into his arms. Truly, she was. She still held a prominent place in society; the Bridgertons were universally adored and respected (and occasionally feared), and Eloise’s sunny and irrepressible personality was such that everyone sought out her company, spinsterish age or no. It was rare for Marina to venture outside. “Surely a sound basis for marriage,” she muttered to herself, trying to ignore the panic in her voice. I loved the art—the pack of letters bundled by a ribbon is perfect for the book— but the postage stamp was a huge anachronism. Still, their nurse was up there with them, and she always managed them better than he did. What if they fell off in the night? And on a sunny day, to boot. Marina had spent her entire life, or at least the entire life he’d known, melancholy. Or was it his children, the sorrow on their faces, the fear in their eyes? No scientist would admit to it, of course, but most great invention occurred while one was attempting to solve some other problem entirely. “Fine,” he said, thoroughly irritated. Listen closely to some of the music in the series and you're likely to hear something … It was time to take her life into her own hands, time to control her destiny, rather than attending ball after ball in the vain hope that the perfect man would suddenly materialize before her, never mind that there was never anybody new in London, and after a full decade out in society, she’d already met everyone of the appropriate age and gender to marry. “I thought you didn’t mind the gray,” Miles said conversationally, once they’d resumed their trek to Phillip’s greenhouse. To hide from the obvious, hoping that if he didn’t think about it, it would never happen. He’d hired him six months earlier to help with the mountains of paperwork and details that seemed to accumulate from the running of his small property. It wasn’t like they were used to receiving callers even during reasonable hours. Finally, they reached the water’s edge, and he dragged her upon the narrow strip of dirt and pebbles that separated the water from the grass. They tended to think highly of sarcasm. However you may visit Cookie Settings to provide a controlled consent. She had traveled to Scotland, but that was all. Phillip opened his mouth to point out that they did have callers; there was one downstairs that very moment, but really, what was the point? Not near the abandoned cottage, nor at Phillip’s field of experimental grains, nor at the large boulder that Phillip had spent so many hours clambering upon when he was a child. That was his place as her husband, he thought guiltily, a place he had avoided in recent years. He yanked on a work shirt; he planned to spend most of the day in the greenhouse, up to his elbows in dirt. Phillip felt his breath catch in his throat. She coughed again, her body wracked by spasmodic tremors. Yes, they should find Marina. Chris Fulton “I can’t,” she whispered, with what seemed like her last ounce of energy. He wanted to marry someone he didn’t even know? She’d end up a spinster– no, they didn’t say that anymore. He rather liked Miles. Maybe she had been too picky, too determined to follow the example of her older brothers and sister, all of whom had found a deep and passionate love with their spouses (even if it hadn’t necessarily been there at the outset). And then, finally, she seemed to realize where she was, who he was, and she whispered, “No.”. He’d said quite a lot over the course of a year’s correspondence–. Maybe even the sound of her laughter? In the books, Sir Phillip Crane is the love interest of Eloise Bridgerton. Phillip Crane is one of my favorite love interests in the Bridgerton series. He turned her over quickly. “Are you unwell, Gunning?”. Her companion in spinsterhood. Indeed I am a botanist, trained at Cambridge, although I am not currently connected with any university or scientific board. He needed just the right one for–. Eloise knew that they would never countenance her going off blindly to meet a man she’d never met. The mysterious Eloise Bridgerton wasn’t really so mysterious. Whatever it was, Eloise wrote back immediately. Sir Philip is the hero in the 5th book, To Sir Philip with love. 362 notes. She had the entire letter memorized, and the delicate pressed flower, which was actually more pink than red, was safely protected between the pages of a book she’d nipped from her brother’s library. And Penelope had not been joking. Then she began to suck in air, her lungs forcing her to live, even when her soul desired something else. She had a tendency to talk too much (Good God, had she really put that into writing?). Anyone who spent any time with her would have surely thought she’d prefer something darker, more somber. He had never traveled outside of England. It was the one sort of children’s activity at which he truly excelled, and he ought not shirk the responsibility. It had never occurred to her that she’d always be a spinster, and besides, she enjoyed her life quite well. Eloise grimaced. It was hard. Sir Phillip was, in his own strange way, hers. He was rather disappointed that Miss Bridgerton had obviously decided he was some sort of deranged lunatic to be avoided at all costs. The men who’d previously sought her favor were at least familiar with the London scene and knew what they were getting into; poor Sir Phillip, who had –by his own admission in his letters– not set foot in London since his school days, and never participated in the social season, would be ambushed. Accidents. “She’s dead.”, “It’s the same thing,” Phillip said flatly, wishing he had something to tell them other than the truth. Heaven knew the children could use that. It had been another sunny day today. Or at least, she hadn’t, not until recently. Marina rejected the proposal, believing she'd managed to induce abortion, and not wanting him to feel obligated when there was no longer a child involved. It was nearly impossible to keep anything a secret, especially from her sisters, the youngest of whom –Hyacinth– could probably have won the war against Napoleon in half the time if His Majesty had only thought to draft her into the espionage service. “We don’t have callers, sir,” Gunning finished, quite clearly winning the conversational battle. Anthony Bridgerton. She only seemed to sink so low late at night; their room was directly above hers, but he’d always assumed they’d been asleep when their mother started to cry. Phillip looked down at the envelope in his hand, his brows rising at the obviously feminine slant to the handwriting. That probably explained his exceptional melancholy. Phillip frowned as he reached the bottom of the stairs and turned into the entry hall. But maybe a bright, warm day would be enough to draw her out for a few hours, bring a small smile to her face. We have been corresponding now for quite some time, and although we have never formally met, I feel as if I know you. Phillip’s lips parted as he stared down at her form, moving slowly toward the water’s edge. But it did. One didn’t reach the age of eight and twenty without hearing that whispered behind one’s back. The children sometimes made Phillip laugh, but that was a different sort of humor, and besides, most of the time he did not know what to say to them. Phillip glanced up at the ceiling and grimaced. It was sneaky of her to end her letter with a question. After some reluctance, Marina accepted. And she was alone. Created by Chris Van Dusen. Gunning attempted a smile, but one could see that he was out of practice. He then offered his own hand in place of George's, to provide for Marina and her child for the rest of their lives. After the Rain She reached the point where the bottom dropped off, and then she dropped off, too, disappearing under the gunmetal gray of the surface, her red cloak floating along the top for a few seconds before being sucked under after her. Biographical Information “We used to have callers, do you recall?”. Maybe they didn’t fall out of bed any longer. Phillip rubbed his eyes. Choose from JQ's Subscribe Options →, Many of my books have a working title which never sees the light of day, but, Eloise's letters (which serve as epigraphs for chapter #2 and on) were written well after I'd finished the book. Romney Hall was old and solid and very well-built, and if his ceiling was thumping, then his children had dropped (pushed? Out of earshot, out of mind. Her prose is spry and assured, and she excels at creating indelible characters like chatty Eloise Bridgerton and Sir Phillip Crane, the protagonists of this unconventional effort. However, when she later learned she was still pregnant, she accepted Phillip's proposal and left in a carriage with him. They needed someone who knew how to be a parent, who knew how to speak to them and understand them and get them to mind and behave. “I’ll go downstairs.”, Phillip stared at his butler in shock. But then she started thinking… and wondering… and before she knew it, she was in a hired carriage in the middle of the night, on her way to meet the man she hoped might be her perfect match. Bridgerton Sir Phillip Crane (2020) Actor The Witcher Rience (2021) Forgive me if I am too bold, but I am writing to invite you to visit me here at Romney Hall. He walked through the woods, easily following Marina’s path. But now Penelope had Colin, and Eloise could see that the match was a splendid thing. Eloise Bridgerton And .... Last but certainly not least is the spunky Eloise Bridgerton, who has no … It was common courtesy, or even if it wasn’t (and Phillip was quite certain he didn’t know the full etiquette of one’s wife dying), it still somehow seemed like the right thing to do. A smile, at least once a day. He muttered several annoyed phrases as he thrust his legs into his rough, woolen trousers. The Bridgertons were a large family, loud and boisterous. It was depressing to be with Marina. I hope you feel the same. No one had come to visit in nearly a year, since the neighbors had finished making their obligatory condolence calls. And she was happy for Colin, too. It was all about accidents. Phillip only nodded, unsure of how to respond. Nor even a whiff of interest. What more could she want? Marina must have kicked up some of the sand from the bottom, and he had surely done the same, because the fine silt was swirling around him, the puffy opaque clouds making it difficult to see. It is naught but the simple red campion (silene dioica), but it brightens the fields here in Gloucestershire, and indeed seems to have arrived early this year. By clicking “Accept”, you consent to the use of ALL the cookies. She supposed she should have talked to Daphne, but every time she went to see her, her elder sister was so bloody happy, so blissfully in love with her husband and her life as mother to her brood of four. “I’ve got to get you back to the house,” he said gruffly, startled by how angry he was over that single word. Her mother had spent so many years urging her to find a husband; as much as Eloise adored her, it would be difficult to eat crow and say that she should have listened. Phillip had carried Marina home as quickly as he was able, and with the aid of Mrs. Hurley, his housekeeper, they had stripped her of her icy garments and tried to warm her beneath the goosedown quilt that had been the centerpiece of her trousseau eight years earlier. It was impossible to see her footprints on the grass. He’d swum in the lake countless times, knew exactly where the bottom dropped off, and he reached that critical point with swift, even strokes, barely noticing the drag of the water against his heavy clothes. “Find Nurse Millsby. More than anything. “Indeed.” He glanced over his shoulder at his greenhouse. Suddenly Sir Phillip’s bold proposal– tucked away at the very bottom of her bundle, at the bottom of the middle drawer, locked away in a newly-purchased safebox, just so that Eloise wouldn’t be tempted to look at it six times a day– Well, it seemed a bit more intriguing. It was what she’d wanted, but that was little comfort as Phillip faced his children, twins, just turned seven years old, and tried to explain that their mother was gone. She told herself it was because she wanted to keep her options open, but the truth was, she was quite simply terrified, and she had feared a total loss of her courage. And such a precious memento of dear Marina, as well. “It’s perfect,” he murmured. In the books, Sir Phillip Crane is the love interest of Eloise Bridgerton. “I think so,” Phillip whispered. Take your favorite fandoms with you and never miss a beat. And so one day, after she’d gone to visit Penelope, only to be informed by the butler that Mr. and Mrs. Bridgerton were not able to receive visitors (uttered in such a way that even Eloise knew what it meant) she made a decision. In her letters she seemed quite open and honest and possessed of a positively sunny disposition, which when it all came down to it, was all he really insisted upon in a wife this time around. Meanwhile, Sir Philip Crane, the brother of Marina’s lover, arrives to say George has died in combat. Phillip was happy to see her out in the sun. “Was that the source of the, ah…”, “No.” The butler cleared his throat. “Marina,” Phillip said, his voice shaking with relief. Eloise’s brother! Newton!!! But after exchanging letters with the widowed Sir Philip Crane for a year, he proposes marriage. He didn’t feel woozy, at least not as woozy as he should have been. She was heading toward the lake. It wasn’t that she hadn’t wanted Penelope to find a husband; it was just that it had never seemed even the least bit likely. “Never thought you’d feel the likes of that on your skin again, eh, Sir Phillip?”, Phillip Crane turned his face to the sun, closing his eyes as he let the warmth spread over his skin. In the balance of life, did a bad mood weigh more than their need for a mother? He hadn’t wanted to use the main entrance, where he might be seen by his children, and besides, the kitchen door was closer by a good forty yards. “That would have been your children.”, “I see,” Phillip murmured. He could have been landowner and city gentleman, after all. Funny how a whiskey glass could go empty even after one filled it four times. Penelope Featherington, Eloise’s closest friend for nearly a dozen years, had married. Eloise Bridgerton: Phillip Crane becomes Eloise's love interest (Image: Netflix) The series is based on a set of novels of the same name by Julia Quinn, and she has created a Bridgerton … These cookies will be stored in your browser only with your consent. Eloise remembered that day well. But if there was one thing about Eloise, it was that she was when she made a decision, she acted upon it quickly. But the funny truth was, Eloise didn’t mind her situation. Eloise shuddered. He was not the sort of father they needed, he knew that. Phillip didn’t think even the sun had the ability to do that. She had brown hair (chestnut, really) and all of her teeth. He watched as she disappeared into the wooded copse, then got back to work. There was little light by which to read, even with the full moon shining through the windows of the coach, but that didn’t really matter. Eloise knew that Penelope was wonderful and kind and smart and witty, but the gentlemen of the ton had never seemed to notice. You know you hate the greenhouse, anyway.”, “Not this time of year,” Miles said. Then he could point out some sort of plant and tell them about it, and everything would remain perfectly simple and benign. “Marina?”. Thanks for watching. And in a way, that was the truth, too. He lived at Romney Hall, a stone structure built in the eighteenth century near Tetbury, Gloucestershire. Played by: Jonathan Bailey. High quality. And he hated when the children saw her in one of her moods. A flash of red. She told herself that this did not mean she had to marry Sir Phillip; she was merely investigating what seemed like it might be an excellent possibility. Status Her mother had always insisted that they be punctual –early, even– when a family member was hosting a social event, so they would surely arrive at Daphne’s no later than eight. No luck yet, though. #phillip crane #phillip x eloise #bridgerton spoilers #bridgertonedit #bridgerton #eloise x phillip #to sir phillip with love #julia quinn #requested #bridgerton netflix #mine #my edit. I could not help but notice your facility with the flower’s scientific name. This one is geranium pratense, more commonly known as the meadow cranesbill. They visited their mother in her room almost every evening, but it wasn’t enough. “Yes, sir. Shouldn’t they be on lower beds? Phillip turned around and headed out toward the copse, where he’d seen Marina disappear just a few moments earlier. He hated remembering. We also use third-party cookies that help us analyze and understand how you use this website. Or at least pretend so well that they never knew the difference. “Yes,” Phillip ground out, wondering if Gunning was trying to see how red in the face his employer could get without actually collapsing to the floor in an apoplectic fit. “Marina!”. Anthony would have probably demanded that Sir Phillip come to London to meet the entire family en masse, and Eloise couldn’t imagine a single scenario more likely to scare off a prospective suitor. A caller? She was too demanding, worse than foolish. Meet? That would be even more beneficial than a nature walk. thekatesheffield. He would be happy to see her. Maybe… Maybe… He closed his eyes and sighed. A single sheet of paper slipped out. It must be Marina.Red was her favorite color, something that he’d always found odd. I am writing to express my condolences on the loss of your wife, my dear cousin Marina. “You thought you’d let me inquire.” This one came out as a statement, Phillip having realized the futility of asking questions. Seasons Penelope had once described her as akin to a dog with a bone. “I hope she’s happy,” Oliver finally said, his voice more resolute than his expression. And Phillip knew that this lack was not made up for by him. There was no way he could ignore that bellow unless he was willing to suffer the torture of his servants hovering over him due to their worries over his hearing loss. And so, with weary breath, he put his quill to paper. Sir Phillip Crane est le mari de Marina Thompson puis celui d'Eloise Bridgerton. She must have done, if one of them was sending him a letter. Phillip smiled to himself as both men paused to enjoy the sun for a few moments longer. At least he hoped it did. Thank you for your kind note at the loss of my wife. Sir Phillip Crane knew that Eloise Bridgerton was a spinster, and so he’d proposed, figuring that she’d be homely and unassuming, and more than a little desperate for an offer of marriage. Was it the dive underwater or the moment Mrs. Hurley had turned to him and said, “She’s gone.”. Eight long years to know the woman. “Marina?” he asked urgently, lightly slapping her face. How dare she refuse his rescue? Naghwe • She/Her • 23 • Taurus • INTJ. I really like that they pulled that story line early in the series, I think it will make things more impactful when we get there. He squeezed his eyes shut, not certain whether the motion was meant to urge the memory or dispel it. They’ve been cooped up far too long.”, Phillip chuckled. These days she didn’t often even leave the confines of her bedchamber. Something about the correspondence was thrilling; perhaps it was simply the excitement of finding someone not related to her who actually seemed eager to conduct a written dialogue. Not to mention that if they did allow her to go, whether after a protracted battle over the subject or not, they would insist upon sending at least two of their ranks to accompany her. If he could just get his boots on in under a minute, he could be out of the house before they inflicted too much more damage, and thus he could pretend none of it was happening. Thank you so very much for the charming pressed flower. And his dry sense of humor was certainly welcome in a house where laughter was never in abundance. Eloise’s fears and worries seemed terribly inconsequential by comparison. You didn’t push her.”. Wouldn’t she appreciate the chance to find a husband? Besides, he was the one who had requested the meeting.