Page 2: recognize it myself for some time, but now I must embrace it and follow where it leads. I know this will come as some shock to you. You and Wickham have had your differences, to be sure. But our father loved him, as do I. Brother, please trust in me that I do what I must for my own happiness. Do you remember the picnic where Mr. Stanhope rescued my lost shoe from the mud? I told you I had strayed from the party to pick wildflowers, but it was not so. I was meeting Wickham just beyond the treeline. It was only the mud, the shoe, and Mr. Stanhope that stopped me from meeting and courting certain scandal, as I am sure the blush of my cheeks would have given me away. I felt certain Mr. Stanhope could hear