Good thing all those men didn't have to be in the delivery room with her.
Hello, postpartum depression.
Er, bye, Albert's dad.
How long did it take Tom Hughes to learn to speak German?
The prince doubled your wages, did he? Are you sure, Skerrett?
Damn, Albert laid down the law. The baroness is on the case!
Yes, "friend" is a euphemism, buddy.
You are the one who wanted to hire a wet nurse, Victoria.
Have fun with this one, Ernest.
Poor Albert. Bet he really wishes he brought Victoria now.
That was a short trip to the hospital.
19th-century sisterhood therapy.
Yeah, Ms. Cook, come and be their beard.
Albert is a funny, intellectual drunk.
You wanted to "bring him comfort"? So, he wasn't fathered by an inappropriate lech, but now he knows his father is someone who would sleep with his own brother's wife? How is that better, Leopold?
Aww.
Ernest knows.
The homoerotic bromance is over.
You go away, and the family expands, Albert.
Creepy tunnel.
Skerrett is looking at Albert like he's crazy.
So Francatelli sold the story? What about her cousin?
There is still a lot of stigma surrounding postpartum depression, even today.
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