The Court adores your tale of mystery and romance. Of course, persons of station do not officially read such inflaming fantasies. They secrete your novel in top hats and hide it behind improving literature. You are reliably informed that the Captivating Princess was moved to tears.

The youth of London love it like nothing else. Pale young things in sombre attire hound you day and night, seeking attention. The markets sell out of black cloaks and white nightgowns. Two notable families commission architects to build ruined castles in the grounds of their estates. You spawn a host of imitators, of course. But what are they to you? They are nothing.