To: Sidney Parker From: Charlotte Heywood When: August 29
Sidney —
The mist about the manor is eerie. Quite unsettling. It makes me feel as if something dire is coming, yet I couldn't imagine what that might be. Our hostess' imagination has long since stretched past what I might have been able to fathom. (Though it at least appears to have put her gossip at bay one week more, and for that I will be grateful. Whether I believe the words she puts to pen or not, I am thankful not to see them exist.)
Would you perhaps like to attend Wednesday's musicale with me? I will not be playing, but I am eager to hear the talents of others. It may not yet match up with the Shakespearean production this Saturday past, but a charming afternoon, no doubt.