My most dear Delia,

I have made an appointment, without any pretense, to meet with your father. Indeed, I shall be departing to your home upon the sending of it, and expect that my owl shall precede my arrival by a quarter of an hour, if even that.

It is my hope that, by now, my most ardent wish is known to and welcomed by you. Though you have, in past conversations and correspondence, expressed to me your uncertainty as to your father's prejudices—particularly given my connection with my own father—it is my belief that, were I not to seek his approval and blessing, I would not be honourable enough to deserve that which I seek.

When next I look upon your face, I hope that I shall be able to ask you a very particular question.

Your devoted servant,

My most dear Delia,

An apology, I think, is owed to you. Though I trust you completely in so many arenas, I convinced myself to discount your warnings about your father and his predjudices. Though he did not do me the disrespect of laughing in my face, I think such a gesture was rather implied.

He will not give his blessing.

Writing those words has pained me in ways I cannot quite describe. It seems cruel to me that I have worked so hard in my life, only to be denied the one comfort that I would seek as reward for my efforts—your love and companionship. Please know that you continue, evermore, to have mine.

In love and admiration,

My most dear Delia,

Might you be able to slip away—perhaps at next week's flower show? I feel as though this is a conversation we must have face to face.

In love and admiration,

My most dear Delia,

I look forward to it.

In love and admiration,