June 27th, 1888
Morning
Morning
Edric,
Sorry I fell asleep reading after my last letter last night. I'm sure Ianthe was done with us anyway, she'll know the route between us with her eyes closed at this point.
I'm sure society gossip already has a thing or two to say about me, without knowing that I'd much rather be in my lover's bed than just about anywhere else right now. Imagine if they did, oh the headlines. We do sound like like a romance novel though, when you put it that way. It's kind of amusing.
Remember I'm nearly twenty-two, I'm positively ancient by debutante standards. I should already be married with a baby or one on the way. However if you wanted to keep me hidden away in your library I wouldn't protest at all.
Sorry no scones this morning. I think Mrs. H is on to me, best not give her anything to dwell on. Good luck today.
Affectionately,
Febs
Febs