June 26th, 1888
Edric,
You could never be hideous in my eyes, even at your age. You'd look distinguished. I hope that when I'm your age I'm still as becoming to you as well.
As for the library, we don't actually have to leave if we didn't want to... though I would be a tough sell to get out otherwise. We'll find out some day, I'm sure.
I hope you're getting work done, I would hate to be a distraction! I fear my empty days are giving me cabin fever. Still, I would hate to be a pest. Or for Ianthe to be one, for that matter.
Affectionately,
Febs
Febs