A Letter to Scarlet Fenwick -- April 27th 1891
Scarlet,
When you were away from London, you thought to send me a letter. I did not expect it, but it made me feel thought of. And so, I am thinking to send you a letter of my own. I at first thought of writing you from a town called Walton-on-the-Naze, which is a lovely place by the sea. And then again while on the way from Cambridge. But instead I am writing you while in my very own study. Well not exactly just mine, but I am writing you from my home. Our little study inquiry agent office, in Frampton on Severn, Gloucestershire county.
I was in Bristol the day before yesterday. I must let you know that I contacted who you gave me references for. I did not plan to go by 'L.S. Cassius' while up here, but my references as such seem to be far more 'pretentious' than what I could have waved about on my own, so it was very fitting. I will not say who I met with, due to the post being routinely searched, but I will say that I had as neat of an appearance as I could manage when I did. I dressed and carried myself with the same manner that I did upon meeting one that I would become rather Reliable for. I even bought a tin of solution to slick my hair back professionally.
I considered not making contact with this person, and once my train arrived in Bristol, while eating a parcel of proper fried fish, I finally decided to set-up an appointment. The letters of reference were already prepared--would it not seem suspicious if they were never used as intended? Would it be worse to use them? With Elise's course of treatment seeming to just be "rest", I used the letter of introduction you gave me. Robin is a detective inspector for the Cambridgeshire Constabulary, so if there is any real problems with this contact, then I am most certain that he can handle it.
I would like to offer much gratitude for the whole basket you gave to me. The sunglasses, which I was there when you received, and for you to give them to me of all people. Well I do not know what to say to you, besides "thank-you". I wore them the first day, but I suppose I enjoyed the pain from seeing sunlight again far too much. I will treasure them. Such a gift was completely unexpected, I think that I should give you that, but I will treasure them.
---L. Cassius
When you were away from London, you thought to send me a letter. I did not expect it, but it made me feel thought of. And so, I am thinking to send you a letter of my own. I at first thought of writing you from a town called Walton-on-the-Naze, which is a lovely place by the sea. And then again while on the way from Cambridge. But instead I am writing you while in my very own study. Well not exactly just mine, but I am writing you from my home. Our little study inquiry agent office, in Frampton on Severn, Gloucestershire county.
I was in Bristol the day before yesterday. I must let you know that I contacted who you gave me references for. I did not plan to go by 'L.S. Cassius' while up here, but my references as such seem to be far more 'pretentious' than what I could have waved about on my own, so it was very fitting. I will not say who I met with, due to the post being routinely searched, but I will say that I had as neat of an appearance as I could manage when I did. I dressed and carried myself with the same manner that I did upon meeting one that I would become rather Reliable for. I even bought a tin of solution to slick my hair back professionally.
I considered not making contact with this person, and once my train arrived in Bristol, while eating a parcel of proper fried fish, I finally decided to set-up an appointment. The letters of reference were already prepared--would it not seem suspicious if they were never used as intended? Would it be worse to use them? With Elise's course of treatment seeming to just be "rest", I used the letter of introduction you gave me. Robin is a detective inspector for the Cambridgeshire Constabulary, so if there is any real problems with this contact, then I am most certain that he can handle it.
I would like to offer much gratitude for the whole basket you gave to me. The sunglasses, which I was there when you received, and for you to give them to me of all people. Well I do not know what to say to you, besides "thank-you". I wore them the first day, but I suppose I enjoyed the pain from seeing sunlight again far too much. I will treasure them. Such a gift was completely unexpected, I think that I should give you that, but I will treasure them.
---L. Cassius