You are not spoiled and I would not hear of such an untruth. You are a generous young man, with a fine character, finer than any other on this earth, and most certainly more honourable than mine.
You would object to that, I know, but not once I have told you what dream came to me last night, concerning us together. But I shall not put those onto paper, least they be read by prying eyes. Instead, I shall tell you tonight.