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Dear Sir,

I am genuinely sorry for any disappointment this letter may cause you. You may wonder why you are receiving a letter from me. Despite the potential consequences, I felt compelled to share my thoughts with you. My sister confided in me about your recent interactions and the contents of your letter. Please do not be alarmed. She needed someone she could trust to confide in, and I assure you of my discretion. We share a bond of trust and understanding. I write to you with utmost candour, and I hope this reassures you of my intentions.

I am writing to share some thoughts that have been weighing on my mind since learning about your dealings. I am deeply sorry for any pain this has caused you. You must understand that, from the very start, my sister’s perception of you was marred. When you refused to dance with her at the assembly and made disparaging remarks about her, she heard you. It painfully reminded her of our mother’s constant comparisons and criticism. She grew up believing she was unworthy next to my supposed beauty. Your words, though perhaps not intended to wound, struck a deep chord. She even entertained the notion, however foolish, that you regarded her only to find fault; no argument convinced her otherwise. I regret that you were the unwitting bearer of this weight.

Elizabeth is a spirited and self-reliant woman. Her initial animosity towards you, fuelled by your former friend’s deceit, resulted from her strong character and free spirit. It blinded her to your true character. Perhaps she needed to perceive you unfavourably so she could dismiss your estimation of her as merely ‘tolerable.’ I believe it is important for you to know that, despite her harsh words, there are those who recognise your true value.

You were correct in your estimation of my feelings about your friend. My sister had been under the impression that he and I were deeply attached. My mother heard wedding bells right away after your friend asked me to dance twice at the assembly. I should have said no to the second dance, but he offered before my mother. I admired him, certainly, to an extent, and I had nothing against your friend then (I do now), and I am sure I would have been an excellent wife to him had he asked. In light of his attentions, I had resigned myself to accepting his offer, should he have made one.

You are familiar with my family’s situation, but perhaps not in all the details. Our estate is entailed upon our cousin, whom you also met at the ball. I would have been his choice of wife, had it not been for my mother insisting that I was practically engaged. I am grateful for that piece of deliverance.

Opportunities for marriage are not plentiful for women in our situation. I could easily see myself accepting your friend’s regard; I would have strived to find happiness in such a match, for what greater duty could a woman undertake than to be content with a man’s honest affection? Even if my heart did not reach for his, I would have trusted that contentment might grow. My sense of duty is perhaps stronger than my inclinations, and I might have learned to care for him, as any wife must, had he sought my hand. Assuredly, I am not indifferent to feelings, but my heart at the time was, indeed, untouched.

I know well enough that affection may be learnt, but what of the heart’s yearning? Although your friend is kind and full of energy, I find myself drawn to steadier qualities – a man who knows his own mind and deliberates rather than acts on impulse, who treasures both reason and knowledge. Such qualities lend strength to a man’s character, forming a foundation that no whim may shake. But, in truth, your friend is not inclined to books. I admire a man who knows his duty and stands firm in it; instead, your friend allowed himself to be persuaded and left me behind without a second thought.

You are a man of many admirable qualities, often hidden behind a mask of reserve. I recognised your mask, for I wear one as well. People see my beauty and make many assumptions, but few take the time to truly know me. I suspect you face similar misconceptions due to your wealth and demeanour.

I wonder what you think, where you escape mentally in these situations. I dream of escaping this place. If not through marriage, then perhaps by starting a business one day. I have some money saved and invested with my uncle and possess skills that might be useful (a talent for numbers, can bake, and know about herbs and medicinal plants). Perhaps I can make a start in a few years, but I digress.

I told my sister that you were correct about your friend. After some time, she accepted that I knew my mind better than she did. The sad fact is nobody forced your friend to stay in London; he should have known his mind. You are not responsible for his caprice.

I sincerely hope this letter has given you a better understanding and vindication that you were partially correct.

I shall try to deliver this letter before we leave for home.

God bless,