July 2nd, 1888

Miss Potts,

That does make me glad. I knew there would be interest. You are more talented than any artist I've seen so of course people would like your paintings and wish to buy them. It would be good for you though as you say, give it time.

And I have made my opinion known though it has not helped. He isn't too taken by the fact I shared a bottle of whiskey with her. Though I'm pretty certain they decided to bed one another whilst they thought me asleep - though that could have been my mind playing tricks on me. I can only hope he sees sense soon and doesn't lose a good friend. He's like a brother to me.

Also, I don't know. I went into detail about what she looked like which... was not smart. The only reason I lied was because he would prefer me to settle and start a family than pursue my career. Which is very hypocritical of him given his past but he is my father so I ought to listen to him I suppose.

I wouldn't dare put you in that place though if I need to, I will be sure to think you as my fake courtship first! I am joking though don't feel as if the offer hasn't been lost on me. I appreciate the gesture immensely.

I'm not sure I'll be able to write you again before I go on this expedition. I got the dates wrong which was embarrassing as I waited at the train station for a good two hours before I realised.

If I don't return, know it was a pleasure that I met you and I wish you all the best.

From
Thomas Tilcott