That art what the fund is for, madame. It gives fund for the new to this world, and asks for naught in return.

[She winces.]

Aye, Sir Byakuya believes so highly in propriety he cannot bear to notice when circumstances force women to behave without proscribed mores. His world was rather much like mine in that regard.

[Sheila is a lady, still, of that world - yet she refuses to simply lie down and die.]