Dear Frank,

Tell me truly, am I mad?

I could've sworn that I was reading some of your letters the other day, but when I tried looking for them today—they were gone! I clearly remember you saying that Mary was in good health and enjoying her time learning with her tutors... but I cannot seem to find that letter again. 

I sometimes wonder if I had dreamt it all up, your letters; everything! But then I asked Sarah today, just to make sure, and she says yes, you do reply very often and I am relieved that you have not forgotten about me.

It's shocking sometimes, how fast your replies are, coming only a few days. I had always thought that it took at least a week to get to London and then another to get back. Goodness, technology must be advancing far faster than I can keep up with, then!

Oh, and I've been meaning to ask, has your hand been quite alright? Writing up so many reports must be very tiring for it; sometimes it seems that your handwriting is quite a bit different to what I remembered it to be. It used to be so elegant and you'd fantastically curl up your 'y's and 'g's but now it's quite a bit rough. 

Though, that being said, I looked at all the letters you've been sending me since I've been here and they are all the same—so I'd expect I've just been silly again and remembered something wrong.

Forever, lovingly yours,

E.