January 16th - Late, 1792

P.S. It matters little to me which name I call you by, my only hope being that my next opportunity to address you in person will not be too far in the future.

Why did I add those words? I really should not have, I do not know what possessed me to do so and now I am in a most terrible dither and it is really quite horrible. It was only because I was so rushed and wanted to catch Henry before he left that I wrote them, it was the first thing that came into my head, and now I am left with the awful feeling that I have done something that was really quite wrong of me, but can do nothing to change the situation. I regretted doing this almost immediately, but by that time it was too late for me to retrieve my note as Henry had already left. If Mother were to learn of this. the very thought makes me shudder. Oh I do not know what to do at all.