14 January 1891
Felix,I must thank you for your sense of humor. I have not laughed like this in some time. The image of Aldous Crouch in pursuit of me, truly any woman, is the height of comedic invention. I admit such a thought holds a place in my fancies, but to imagine such a thing in the world of the living and breathing seems impossible. For the sake of my sanity, I fear it must remain such.
I cannot believe I am admitting weakness in such a thing (but if not to you, it will never be acknowledged), but I do not know what I would do if the meeting went poorly. I remember heartbreak and even if it was just the death of a silly fantasy, I cannot bear the feeling again.
His appeal is perfectly obvious! I understand, my Pretty Prewett, how you must find that threatening. He is a bit taller than you are and I do know how men can be about their height.
Yours, you poor man,
Angelica
Angelica