She's all worked up about it, and I can understand how she feels. No joke for a girl who thinks she's going to be Countess of Sidcup to have the fellow say, "April fool, my little chickadee. What you're going to be is Mrs. Spode." If I had been told at Madeleine's age that Tom had been made a peer and then I learned that he was going to back out of it and I wouldn't be able to call myself Lady Market Snodsbury after all, I'd have kicked like a mule. Titles to a girl are like catnip to a cat.
(from Jeeves and the Tie That Binds, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)