Do not pressure yourself so! I meant the jest only in good fun, dear Basil! Tut, tut, tut! You remember I am only entitled to be a Baroness under birth rights, I have no property because the stupid government reposessed it many years ago! All I have is my little flat in the middle of Bath, England, with a silly old Butler named Squiffy Tidmouth. Alas, I am very lonely here, you see? But I must remind you (and you are not to tell a single soul) that if I was to ever marry, the man I marry might become a Baron, thus claiming the land back to its rightful owneress, me. It is an old flaw in the government's system, and yes, believe me, I would LOVE to get my old estate back, but I really do not desire to marry at this point in time, you see, I am used to being very solitary and reclusive. I am not ready for such drastic changes in my dear old lifestyle. If only my dear homeland had not split those many years ago, I would not be sitting here, along in a dusty old flat with a silly butler, but sitting alone in a very large estate with hundreds of silly old maids, butlers, and valets, answering to my every waking whim, thus driving me up the wall and causing maddess to set in at Richthofen Manor. How convinient for a poor girl with my hermited nerves, indeed, ne? But, do not trouble yourself with me, my dear chap, I am fine the way my bloody little life is. Ta! ;)
H.