I sit by the window, trying to find meaningful words to write some Christmas cards to those I care about. There is Mrs. Morris, the lady from the neighbouring estate, a widowed mother figure to me. I also wrote a card for Mr. Harrington, as he agreed to review Thena's work. Yes, I often complain about what she writes, but as an elder sister, I always support her endeavours. In fact, a part of me recognises the righteousness in Thena's thinking, but I do not have the courage nor the strength to nurture it. I will help her as long as I can, for that is what family does for each other.

Diana knocks and enters the room with a bunch of envelopes, one of which I know contains at least one letter sent from London. Diana places the letters on the table and shrugs, "Both of them..."

"What about them?" I exclaim in surprise but also without much novelty. Diana leaves me alone with the red envelopes, and I smile wryly but also with interest at Andermis’ letter. I have not forgiven him for that kiss, but I do not seem to be angry either. This is the first letter Augustin has written to me since then. I am sure his letter will be nothing but an apology, with a few sweet words, so I am not bothered right now. It is only Andermis' letter that makes me restless. No one knows what that man is thinking.

I smile and open the letter, being careful not to tear the envelope. Andermis' handwriting is beautiful. He wrote a line behind the envelope that makes me ponder, "I hope you can look straight when reading this letter." It is both a reproach and a humorous reminder.

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"To the girl at the dance in the night,

I feel much regret for losing something on your forehead that day. But I am not writing this letter to retrieve it, I just want to apologise if it made you unhappy.

You may see me as a rogue and not respect you. But I hope you understand, that is the least I can ask of you then. I know your heart will never belong to me, and I have to play the role of a villain to taste the sweetness of honey on my tongue. I will write a thousand letters to ask for your forgiveness if necessary, but I will not regret kissing you.

If you can, please write me a letter. Even if you scold or curse me, as long as those are the words you write, I will accept.

From the man you did not pay attention to."

The language is very powerful, very proud, but I cannot find anything to be angry about. I stand up, hold the letter and walk to the window to read it again. Why do I always feel that Andermis carries a very special demeanour of Mr. Darcy, and I am a pitiful Elizabeth? I look at the letter, then laugh, then read on. I know this is not good, but sometimes it is wonderful to be loved by someone. I fold the letter and look at distant places. What should I write to Andermis then?

In the far distance, on the green fields, I see my father walking alongside Mr. Morris, our family lawyer. From this distance, I cannot discern any nuances of their faces or expressions. I cannot fathom why, at that moment, I do not feel anything strange or suspicious. I only see the green fields, and somewhere there are a few white lily flowers blooming.