Mr. Blott,
You may come to regret that offer sir! I am a voracious reader, and I miss the literature of my native tongue most of all. You are one of few gents that I have 'met' who has any sort of appreciation of its richness.

As to my station- it is unchanged as a result of my widowhood, and yet I will speak candidly when I tell you that I am a woman of ambition, I believe that all positions can be bettered. I will not blame you if you disagree with this view, if it does not align with your sensibilities, but the role of the woman, of the socialite, in my estimation at least, is to develop the social position of the family. A role that always requires work.

As to my qualities, I would generally consider myself to have the qualities you describe - organised, passionate and ambitious, in equal measures - I would say. Perhaps you can assess my claims in person, I often visit the Library in the afternoons, most days, usually wearing a lotus flower in my hair. I am no longer wearing mourning clothing, but a missing handkerchief is an appropriate way to engineer an introduction for two people of good breeding who have never been formally introduced.

Kindly.
A. Banges.

She had thought long and hard on how to phrase this letter- careful in her choice of words, not wanting to comit herself too closely to any of the contents. There were no outright lies, but she had perhaps given the truth scope.