Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
3 days later
John Roxton was sitting having a late breakfast when the maid came and brought him the letter that his myserious pen pal had sent out earlier (See Chapter 1, Marguerite's letter). He read it quickly and headed to the study to pen his own reply.
Don't worry about the legnth of your replies, I know how you feel. In between letter I think of hundreds of things I want to tell you but when it comes time to actually write, I can't remember a single one of them.
The weather's been beautiful except for a storm a few days ago. I'm not a big fan of London, all the people and parties arn't exactally my thing, but in the fall things are a bit better. The air's so crisp you can feel that something's about to happen. It's very refreshing.
Are you a big reader? I'm really not but despite the flaw in my charicter, I just finished the most wonderful book by Jules Verne about a time machine. I would suggest reading it, its extremely fanciful but intresting. I wont say more so I dont give it away if you decide to pick it up.
I have a question and your the closest thing I have to a female that I can trust with an honest answer..."Why are woman so uptight about little things?" Like a name...Why does it matter if you call a woman by her first name? I met a girl the other day who almost threw a fit after I had just gotten done helping her. Maybe you can shed some light on the subject. Write soon.
Without signing his name, he folded the letter and put it in an envelop and marked it to be sent his friend Alisa who orginized the entire letter event. She'd make sure it got delived to the appropraite woman.
A week later he found himself wander in down town London passing by a book store and spotted a familure brunette in the window. With a smirk he headed in and moved behind her. "Miss Krux I presume...?"
She froze and slowly turned and looked him up and down, "What do you want?"
He smiled, "No hello?"
"Maybe I could say hello if you'd have bothered to tell me your name..."
"John. John Roxton at your service."
"Your the son of Lord Robert Roxton?" Marguerite said unbelievingly.
"Last time I checked," Roxton said cheekily with a smile.
"I just invest in one of his new companies in France!" she said smiling, holding a book against her.
Roxton held back a grimace. His father had indeed opened a new company in France...and it wasn't doing well. The French were threatening to seize it due to the war and he quickly changed the subject, "What book are you buying?"
"Oh...a new one by a Mr. Jules Verne..It was recomended by a friend. Have you read it?"
John nodded, "A few months ago."
"I see..well...I should be off."
He nodded and tipped his hat and watched her head to the front of the store to pay for the book.