But wait . . . One is in possession of a garden hoe, and one assures you, Sir Charles, that one knows how to use it. Ah, the Lady Felicia. Like a tub of ice water, she could be, upon one's self-planted garden of wild oats. My dear girl, Of course you are marrying beneath yourself.
All women do.
My dear girl of Dubious Quality, One does not understand all this modern 'follow my head or heart' malarkey. One hopes one's readers realize that making an appropriate match is not something that a Lady of Quality takes upon herself to do in the course of an afternoon. Hence the 'Protracted Courtship', which allows a Lady to scrutinize her potential suitors under a veritable rainbow of situations. No matter how true, especially the latter, these sentiments may be. You have given your word, and a True Lady's word is never broken.