7th May, 1893
Miss S. Valenduris,
Poor Vito. I quite expect I’ll go the same way as him one day – just wandering around giving the wrong things to the wrong people, utterly out of my mind until someone puts me out to pasture. Be gentle with him, anyway.
I could not fight the notion of marrying well, but I too pause at the prospect of marrying ‘properly’. I should hope what she means is only marrying happily, else in my opinion there is no good reason to marry at all. (Some people find me rather naive and complacent and entitled to say such a thing, so you must forgive me if you are with them. I may be more a fool than your old owl, but no amount of logic or dire necessity alone could compel to me to marry.)
Sorry. I’m rambling. I hope you do enjoy the season, at any rate. And thank you for the sage!
Yours, a now much
better-scented
E. Dempsey
E. Dempsey
