Sent around noon

25 September 1891

My Errant Dearest,

I have thought carefully on what you said last night. All of it. I know what I want, and that did not change. I believe I have devised a solution to your dilemma – a scenario where you lose nothing of value. I think you will be most pleased with the solution. I certainly will be.

Your Angel, if you have the courage to have her

Emrys Selwyn

  

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MJ made this miracle!

His dilemma. A choice phrase. It was just vague enough that it could have referred to anything: his attraction to men as a generality, his need to marry, his choice of Clarissa Cosgrove for his prospective bride, even the panic that had driven him from her arms the night before. Without knowing which she was referring to, it was impossible for him to speculate on what her proposed solution might be. When he'd first read the letter he'd dared to hope that she intended to accept him, newly revealed secrets and all, but after re-reading and dissecting the text he was less sure. She knew what she wanted — did he know what she wanted?

Angelica,

Where and when did you want to discuss this?

E. S.

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Lou made this! <3

25 September 1891

My Emrys,

You are the patient one, not I. This afternoon at your home, if it pleases you. I am well aware none of this has been pleasing to you, but I intend to remedy that.

Angelica

  

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MJ made this miracle!