Now Herbert can see why his father had given him the handkerchief. He pulls it out now, dabbing at his eyes and trying to gather himself together.

It's a beautiful ring. An even more beautiful proposal and Herbert nods enthusiastically, hands fluttering until they finally land against his chest.

"Oh Alfred, mon cheri, my beloved. Of course I'll marry you. I belong to you completely already, but yes -- gods, yes."