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Francesca, my darling,
The sound of your voice has made me feel so much better that I must just write this little note. Already I feel impatient for tea-time. You cannot imagine how good I feel when you say you will fetch me a cup of tea. Darling, I love your doing things for me: I am just not used to it, that's all. I look at you and I can hardly believe my eyes; then my heart tells me it is really true.
Dearest, I am looking forward to Mrs Riviere's party. She is a somewhat formidable woman, but a well-wisher of mine and I anticipate feeling a very proud man when I appear in ‘public’ with you. I have a feeling that the evening will end with some more people thinking I have ‘very good taste’. I shall try not to go round saying to people, “Aren't I clever!” but I expect I shall look like it whatever I do.
I've spent so long about this I must stop. Goodnight my darling: goodnight Francesca my dear love.
P.S. There are some kisses at the bottom right hand corner. They are rather crowded together.