8 October 1941
My Dear Matthew,
I… thank you. You're a very sweet man and I can see why people are friends with you and confide in you - it's very easy to do.
I don't see why not about your question with the lectures; the worst they can say is no when you turn up, but other people have sat in on lectures before, I don't see why you coming with me should be any different. Just don't distract me while I'm taking notes, and some of the more practical classes may not let you in, we'll have to see.
It's funny, the advice you gave is very similar to what Mrs. Collins told me during your journey overseas. She told me that "everything with the heart is a risk" and that the risk is what makes life beautiful and exciting, and I'm starting to see how right she was. I took a risk with you, first in talking to you, second with writing to you, and over and over again in friendship with every worry that you'll grow bored or get hurt and I won't hear from you again. I'm glad I took the risk, it has enriched my life in a way I didn't think would be possible… so I think I'll take that risk with Clara and Edith.
In other news, you predicted right, my dear Matthew, Eric finally asked Clara to marry him, and she wants both me and Edith to stand with her at the altar.
So, yes, there is going to be a photo of me in a pretty dress, but not for a few months at least; they're waiting until about March to help save for their own place, and for Clara to make her dress. It's certainly been interesting to watch the preparations - I'm learning a lot about different shades of the same colors.
(Clara insists they're different, some of them I swear she's just pulling my leg with, but it is her wedding, so I'll bow to her expertise.)
Flattery, my dear man, is starting to work. So much so, that I feel bad about not returning the favor; enjoy my attempt to also flatter you. You're a very kind and sweet man, you're as handsome as a rogue, and I couldn't be prouder to know such a gallant soldier.
On another note, it's my birthday soon and I honestly hope Miss Fisher doesn't make too big of a deal when the 25th rolls around this month; parties are exhausting - especially one of hers. I wish you could be here, though… When is your birthday?
Your Friend,
Alice
