The letter read:
My Dearest Marie,
I trust this letter finds you in good health and spirits. I confess, the days seem to pass more slowly knowing that each one brings me closer to our inevitable union, yet keeps us still apart. Anticipation, they say, sweetens the reward although I must admit my patience grows thin.
Your father speaks highly of your accomplishments at the Royal Academy. Top of your year, he tells me. Such dedication to your studies is admirable, though I wonder if perhaps you apply yourself TOO diligently.
A woman's mind is a delicate thing, after all, and overmuch learning can create... unfortunate complications in the harmony of a marriage.
But I do not write to lecture you, my dear. Quite the opposite. I write to assure you that I understand the concerns that must surely occupy your thoughts as our wedding day approaches.
