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Francesca, my darling love,
I am not really breaking my resolution because I got home very
quickly, have had my bath, and just want to write a note to give you tomorrow night.
And what do I want to say so urgently? you will wonder. Well, simply that I love you. My darling I love you. You have done and are still doing something very wonderful to me my dear one. I just feel very happy: so inexpressibly happy. Even my crusted and hardened armour plate of fossilized worry seems to be shaling off each time I see you. I enjoyed every moment of today although I have only the vaguest idea what we did; it is just having you near me.
I feel I can hardly wait for Redcourt. It seems years and years since we thought of finding a house; and yet according to the calendar it cannot be so long.
My dear there is so much I want to say there is no time to say it and I suppose I shall have just have to end up the letter and give it up as a bad job. I am looking forward to tomorrow evening very much indeed although I hardly know how I shall get through the week. I feel as if I were half a person without you. I enjoyed the party with Mrs Riviere very much; I felt she had taken to you and knew at once that I was a very lucky man indeed. I think she has always had something of a liking for me – and she is not exactly easy to please – but yesterday I thought she was convinced that her good opinion of me was proved by your having said ‘yes’ to me. And I must say I think I am a pretty fine fellow myself, because otherwise I could not have become engaged to you, could I? I really think I must be. In fact there is no doubt about it at all – now.
Francesca my darling sweetheart, goodbye, goodnight my dearest.