There is no subject in the whole range of human affairs so interesting to a working majority of the race as the theory and practice of proposals of marriage.  Men perhaps cease to be very much concerned about the ordeal when they have been through it.  But the topic never loses its charm for the fair, though they are presumed only to wait and to listen, and never to speak for themselves.  That this theory has its exceptions appears to be the conviction of many novelists.  They not only make their young ladies “lead up to it,” but heroines occasionally go much further than that, and do more than prompt an inexperienced wooer.  But all these things are only known to the world through the confessions of novelists, who, perhaps, themselves receive confessions.  M. Goncourt not long ago requested all his fair readers to send him notes of their own private experience.  How did you feel when you were confirmed?  How did Alphonse whisper his passion?  These and other questions, quite as intimate, were set by M. Goncourt.  He meant to use the answers, with all discreet reserve, in his next novel.  Do English novelists receive any private information, and if they do not, how are we to reconcile their knowledge—­they are all love-adepts—­with the morality of their lives?  “We live like other people, only more purely,” says the author of “Some Private Views,” which is all very well.  No man is bound to incriminate himself.  But as in the course of his career a successful novelist describes many hundreds of proposals, all different, are we to believe that he is so prompted merely by imagination?  Are there no “documents,” as M. Zola says, for all this prodigious deal of love-making?  These are questions which await a reply in the interests of ethics and of art.  Meanwhile an editor of enterprise has selected five-and-thirty separate examples of “popping the question,” as he calls it, from the tomes of British fiction.  To begin with an early case—­when Tom Jones returned to his tolerant Sophia, he called her “Madam,” and she called him “Mr. Jones,” not Tom.  She asked Thomas how she could rely on his constancy, when the lover of Miss Segrim drew a mirror from his pocket (like Strephon in “Iolanthe"), and cried, “Behold that lovely figure, that shape, those eyes,” with other compliments; “can the man who shall be in possession of these be inconstant?” Sophia was charmed by the “man in possession,” but forced her features into a frown.  Presently Thomas “caught her in his arms,” and the rest was in accordance with what Mr. Trollope and the best authorities recommend.  How differently did Arthur Pendennis carry himself when he proposed to Laura, and did not want to be accepted!  Lord Farintosh—­his affecting adventure is published here—­proposed nicely enough, but did not behave at all well when he was rejected.  By the way, when young men in novels are not accepted, they invariably ask the lady whether she loves another.  Only young ladies, and young men whom they have rejected, know whether this is common in real life.  It does not seem quite right.