Page 5: sailing the sea or teaching a schoolroom of children to read (yes, even dreadful old Cowper) in yesterday’s dress is a far richer future. I will tell them soon, I swear it. Elizabeth has shown my brother that station need not determine fate, and the joy she brings Fitzwilliam is such that he must wish the same for me. I have reasons for my hesitance that I will share with you, finally, upon your return. They are no matter to me anymore. Return to me when you can, but only once your aunt can spare you. What are the flowers like in Bath? Will you bring me some, to allow me the illusion that I was with you all the while? With all my heart, Georgiana