Eleven

Jane,

I do not even know where to start with this letter. There is so much I yearn to convey, to explain. I wish we were together, so you could see my excitement and I could read the expression in your eyes. Of course that is not the only reason I wish we were together corporeally. But I do not think I should expound on that count.

Firstly, I am happy that Henry and Eliza's wedding was such a success, and that you enjoyed yourself. I do not believe you could ever comprehend the grief I feel when I think on what you have suffered because of me. Continue, my dear, to enjoy the society of those around you. No one could possibly remember my rakish ways when met with your charm and vivacity. You are above reproach. My aunt is a level headed woman who no doubt still has as much affection for you as ever. It pleases me to know that you will be renewing the relationship with my family. They, like everyone else, is better for knowing you. I shall enjoy picturing you in the familiar rooms of the lodge once again. The library in particular. Sometimes I shudder to think of the flirtatious things I said to you there. I could never seem to control my tongue when in your presence.

Do you know that I cannot enter a library, or even a room housing a small collection of books, without recalling our conversation that day? No doubt you recognize how difficult a condition this is. Not only does my position of employment require me to frequent book containing establishments but it also requires that I look respectable and present. The inevitable wool gathering this condition triggers is quite embarrassing. But enjoyable none the less.

While I am on the subject of books and their influence on my 'senses', perhaps I should congratulate you on the progress you have made with your own. Is it wrong of me to anticipate being able to read it? Or shall I never be forgiven for calling your work accomplished?

I have lately been working on my own accomplishments. No secret to you of course, but I had no plans to continue working for my Uncle indefinitely. For reasons both of his personality, as well as the direction it would have taken me professionally. So I am happy to report that my situation has just recently changed. Let me give you the story.

A Mr. Burnes of Grace Church Street has been running a very successful law firm for the past thirty years. His partner recently passed away and he is without any immediate family. Which leads us to the particulars. He had no desire to leave his business to an unknown relative so he sought out a friend of mine to consider a transfer of ownership.

I do not recall if I have written to you of Frank Kensington. He is a fellow attorney and we seem singularly suited to one another. He is a charming fellow, but quick witted, with quite the sense of humor. I have observed more than once that you would find him amusing. You would also find the old Mr. Burnes amusing as well, but for quite different reasons. Being the connoisseur of human folly that you are.

Kensington and I have arranged with him to take over his business within the next few months. Mr. Burnes will continue to be a silent partner in this endeavor since neither Kensington nor I have the means to purchase out right. This will give us a chance to build up our reputation and client list. It is not much right now but it is a start. I will be dependent on myself.

Jane, that makes me so satisfied. The only thing missing is you. Soon, my love.

Think of me, dear one, for tomorrow I speak to my uncle. I have little hope that my news will be well received. I am determined to keep his favor though. How, I am not sure, but I shall think of something. I do not need him as my enemy.

At the risk of sounding sentimental I will close this letter with all the assurances of my love and affection. I miss you.

Yours always,

- Tom

P.S. Contrary to your previous statement I find it quite fortunate that you were born with dark hair. I believe it to be my favorite feature of yours.