There is a certain way of accepting a Gentleman's proposal in the Dead Empire, and the lands far off. If he be a member of high society, and without disrepute, then he may approach the Lady of his eye and openly appear to be a Caller at her house. However, if he be a Nobleman—or so much as say a distant relative of a lordly House with so little as a drop of nobility in his blood, who is found drenched in scandal which may include the likes of indulging one too many pubs or slinking out the Lords District to a secret missus or dipping in the varied honeypot of Ashanti's Place, then such nobleman, no matter his rank must steep not higher than a Duchess or Viscountess in his picking.
If he be of sordid coffer, then such man can never be sighted a Caller at a Lady's House.
The traditions of marriage in the Victorian plutocratic circle suffer love to the death.
