'Dearest whispers,
Lady Cossington came calling yesterday. Yes, I have always dreaded her visit, and I have my wound to show for it, but I survived and lived to tell the tale.
I left Carlisle Crest today and rode with Lord Carlisle, sharing his carriage. It was pleasing as was the breakfast I shared with him and although he remained quiet as always, it was nice for I am becoming quite acquainted with his silence. It gives a surprising sense of comfort.
The marketplace was so amazing that I forgot the reason for visiting and got carried away with other activities. I shall visit again on the morrow and hope this time I pay better attention to my proper engagements.
It is late and Lord Carlisle is yet to return, if he would at all. I hope he does, it would be nice to talk with him, even if I end up being the only one who talks.
I have missed our conversations.
I have missed him.'
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