My most dear Delia,

I beg, do not take my hesitation as any measure of reluctance to see you become Mrs. Pryce—indeed, the prospect fills me entirely with joy. In spite of this, I cannot help but feel like something of a thief in the night, stealing you away from your family—but this is a feeling I must set aside, I know. In time, I must believe that they will see our union, one borne of love, to be superior to any match they might devise. Were our daughter to behave in such a fashion, however

No matter.

You are most right, our good news should be shared, and it is not right for you to have to lie to those you have dear. Perhaps, my love, we might start small to ease your concerns: tell the Wyndhams and Warringtons before we share the news far and wide? I am certain my dear Warrington, as well as my father and his daughters, would share merrily in the tidings.

In love and admiration,