Page 5: I hope can assist you in your pain: Oh! then indulge thy grief, nor fear to tell The gentle source from whence thy sorrows flow, Nor think it weakness when we love to feel, Nor think it weakness what we feel to show. I must end this letter now. I encountered that dear friend on the street today, years after I’d given up the thought of ever having the pleasure of seeing that face again. This friend is coming to call this afternoon, and I hope he will not go away soon after. Perhaps he will not go away at all. Please be well, my dear Lydia. There is happy, useful, and fulfilling life after love, after heartbreak, after scandal. Believe in me, and in your own potential. Your affectionate sister, Georgiana