Interlude: Riding on a Pony
Pemberley, Derbyshire, August 22, 18__
My dearest aunt Margaret,
I have been most thoughtless in failing to answer your letter of congratulations after the wedding. Your words were kindness itself, and your presence (along with that of uncle Edward, as well as my ever-delightful young cousins) was one of the high points of the wedding.
Alas, as you suggested, I have been rather distracted of late. I cannot think why.
Well, of course, I can indeed think why, and I will not be coy, since your letter so sensibly eschewed coyness: I have the most beautiful, attentive husband in the world.
As to your very practical questions regarding our compatibility, oh, allow a giddy, enraptured girl to assure you that we have found that we are very well-matched in harness
