@Downtonhaveme137

Looking for:

Small estate in the country, quaint but not shabby. Decent staff, French cook a must.

Gender:

“Gentry,” dear. Landed.

Title:

Duchess.

Income:

One does not discuss money. It is frightfully vulgar.

Occupation:

One does not “do,” but has done for one, if you do understand.

Hobbies:

Surveying my estate, a decent fox hunt now and then and telling the servants how better to do their work. They are so lazy, you know.

What is the most private thing you’re willing to admit?

How frightfully bourgeois. No, I do not think I’ll be answering that.

Favorite Sport:

Polo, both watching and playing.

Deal-maker:

Duke, Lord or Viscount.

Deal-breaker:

Count or Baron.

If you were a song?

I would have no business writing this ad. The questions people ask these days.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how do you find “the poor?”

One. Generally shabby and frightfully surly.

Preferred name of chauffeur, butler or footman:

Franz.

Favorite noise of shock or derision:

“I say” is a classic, but “my word” has a certain ring to it.

Monocle? Yes or No?

Absolutely yes.

Favorite war to bring up at dinner?

The Boer War, most definitely.

Ideal Date:

A visit to my estate, dinner with my entire family, a long walk in the garden and a proposal. If we are feeling adventurous, perhaps a brief and dissatisfied discussion of Keats.