My dear Booke,
You were surely astonished to find yourself bouncing around in a trunk, buried in clothes, and not seeing daylight for many days. I am no longer at home with the Durands, for just as Lady Durand said to Louisa, I have been sent away.
Being that you are the nearest thing to my heart, you are probably wondering how I feel about being sent away like this.
I do not know how to reply.
Perhaps my heart has coarsened, but I am not sure I feel much of anything.
There are things I miss about home, such as the old apple orchard, but I think I am not a country girl at heart. I am near the city of Bath now, and I much prefer it. I have more freedom to come and go, and there is much more to see and do.
But I am so sorry I have not written to you for a long time. There have been man
