What ho, royalists!
I gave William a bit of a kicking yesterday, so it is gratifying to report that, in some respects at least, the young fellow is made of the right stuff. This news is most heartening, for it suggests that the Prince is not quite as taken with vulgar modern moeurs as we had feared.
Let me be quite clear: no gentleman wears a wedding ring on his fourth finger. It is the height of vulgarity, a gruesome practice traditionally confined to travelling salesmen and footballers but now sadly creeping up the social ladder like a particularly vigorous fungus.
That said, in this age of generic middle-class accents, the wearing or non-wearing of a wedding band is at least a highy useful method of ascertaining whether or not one's new acquaintance is a pukka chap or a raging oik in gentlemen's clothing. A sly little peek at the fellow's left hand tells you all you need to know.
I do hope that none of my readers wears a wedding ring; if so, I kindly point you in the direction of the door.