Oh, how Hollywood gets it wrong! Romance has nothing to do with tonsils and beds, people!
Romance is the brushing of fingertips, lingering glances, heroic gestures despite being unrequited in your love. It is the meeting of two people by chance in a train station who have been separated for chapters and chapters because of misunderstandings, and other people's secrets, and interfering mothers. Those two people spy each other across the platform, having finally learned The Truth of the other person, as well as the violence of their affections for each other. As they sit side by side on a bench, he gently places his gloved hand over her gloved hand, and she in turn clasps his hand with both of hers, and tenderly kisses it.
Then, of course, they both get on the same train to enter a long and happy life together in the dark and dirty industrial north of pre-Victorian England
And that, my dear Hollywood, is how it's done.