Colin Bridgerton | Everybody Loves Me

She likes me much better than you, Benedict. Did you say that? Everyone says that. This is Mr. Colin Bridgerton. Mr. Bridgerton? Mr. Bridgerton. Mm-hmm. Miss Thompson. I-I did not know you would be here. Sorry to disappoint. A dance? You compromise, this young lady? Certainly not. We should not be alone in here. No, we should not. I'm a gentleman. You are clearly sober. I'm sober enough to know when you're being impertinent. You know her? Colin. How does a lady come to be with child? Have you ever visited a farm? No. Yes. He will be as insufferable now as you. Me? In fact, uh, we were just heading off to take our sticks out. Colin Bridgerton! Around a fencing. Good God, did someone die? Dancing? With who? The unfortunate events of your- Bungles, nutjools? Good day, Oliver. Do not mind your auntie, Eloise. She's too busy reading to notice anything else, as usual. I oiled my way right in. I was an olive tree. Grandpa! Everyone else is finding some purpose to their lives. Here I am, feeding ducks. Well, I'm sure the ducks are most grateful. May I have everyone's attention? Where is your brother? He should be here by now. Perhaps he's still waiting at the altar for Miss Edwina. You are a fat wimp. Is she calling you a wimp? I do not think so. I could call him much worse. You've been back a matter of hours, yet you're already on the way. How I've missed you too, El. They appear to be enjoying themselves. Yes. My brother Colin certainly knows how to make things memorable.