There is always more brass than brains in an aristocracy.
The aristocrats, if such they could be called, generally hated the whole concept of the train on the basis that it would encourage the lower classes to move about and not always be available.
Aristocracy is a relative thing. And there are plenty of out-of-the-way places where the son of an upholsterer is the arbiter of fashion and reigns over a court like any young Prince of Wales.[Car l’aristocratie est une chose relative. Et il y a des petits trous pas cher où le fils d’un marchand de meubles est prince des élégances et règne sur une cour comme un jeune prince de Galles.]