'My apologies for yesterday's letter. It was, of course, foolish of me to dare write such words to a lady I have yet to acquaint myself with. I indeed bury my head in the sand, for the shame I certainly feel. My apologies for the statement!
I wish for no seven children—well, I do, but…
I wish to marry you—yes indeed, but…
All…on your certain terms.
I look forward to meeting you at the next societal event, dated for the first Saturday after the resting lay day of our dear Queen of Wales!
Wales is in sorrow, and so am I. But I shall write you these pieces, as it stands as my way of taming the sorrow I feel…
From the Prince you seek—he does not have blue eyes.'
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To Lady Victoria Lancaster,
