23rd August, 1893

Monseur Maxime,

[Generic pleasantries with occasionally improperly used French terms]. My dear husband and I spent some time in France when we first departed English shores—a beautiful country, to be sure; I was particularly taken by the décor at the palace of Versailles!

Of course, you do not wish to hear the musings of a poor old woman that you do not know, so I shall cut to the chase: it is my intention to offer a tea of sorts, so that the voters (and their wives) might get to interact with candidates for Minister of Magic en masse, and in a more relaxed setting than a debate or public forum. I should not think my little function well-attended unless your own presence graces it.

R.S.V.P no later than 28th August, that I might prepare appropriately for the candidates that are able to attend. I hope to meet you soon; please do give my best to your mother.