2nd June, 1892
To my most esteemed Professor Foxwood,
Just wanted to say it was excellent to see you at the Coming Out Ball a few evenings ago – and that I hope this signalled not only the arrival of all the newest debutantes upon the society scene, but also the emergence of all our dearest academic fellows from their terms-long cocoon? Tell me we shall be fortunate enough to see you at some society occasions this summer, transformed into some strange social butterfly, and that you won’t just be burrowing away in your books until September again?
You really should come out and see a little fresh air, some of the world. It’s good for your health, I promise. Besides, it’ll be a real treat for the rest of us to have the more interesting Foxwood brother around to talk to again! (Don’t you dare tell Atticus I said that, naturally, or the next letter I will be forced to send you will come with the added gift of a babbling curse.)
Best,
Endymion
Endymion
