"M'Lady, I thank you for this favor," declared the coated man, gently touching a silk handkerchief to his cheek, then stowing it inside his inner breast pocket.  "I shall keep it, nay, I shall treasure it though it be beyond my station and doth infringe upon thine honor."  He pats the pocket and the faintest of smiles comes to his face, not quite able to maintain decorum.