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Post by Mirielle Bellamont on Feb 6, 2011 22:05:45 GMT -5
The morning I'd received the Comte de Rouilles letter had been a surprise; I hadn't forgotten about him, but neither had I expected to hear from him. The gentleman who delivered it was his Casseline, something that surprised me, but I'd smiled and thanked him, offering him tea to wet his pallet before he had to travel back again. Comte de Rouille, I'd found out, lived in the West Borough; strange that I'd never met him before, but then I hadn't met many even upon my own street.
The remainder of my day filled up quickly though, and I hadn't a chance to respond until the next morning. Sitting at my desk, I pulled a thick piece of parchment out and dabbled my quill in the container of ink while reading Denis' letter over again.
Lord de Rouille,
I do so remember you, truth be. I was surprised and pleased both to hear from you; I very much understand how difficult situations like this can be, and should you be so inclined, I'd like the chance to speak with you. Your daughter Rochelle is more than welcome here, I only regret not knowing her age.
Unfortunately my schedule is generally full, but I have nothing going on this Saturday afternoon if you'd like to come over for tea.
I look forward to your response, Mirielle
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