George Wickham writes…
Friends, earlier this year, I offered the benefit of my experience as a gentleman who has seen much of the world, both good and bad. There is little I enjoy more than being of service, and I am delighted to have received missives from a number of correspondents seeking advice and direction in their life. I shall do my best to show them the way.
I have received a note from a man who signs himself as Willoughby. This is a pseudonym, I am sure, but I can but hope that the mysterious Willoughby finds something to muse upon in my reply.
As ever, should you have a query that I might advise on, do not hesitate to comment below.
The estimable Willoughby asks…
Dear Mr Wickham,
I have heard it said, once or twice, that you and I have a great deal in common.
I for one cannot see the resemblance. Can you?
Mr Wickham replies…
My dear Willoughby,
Now, this is a pretty question.
I have made some enquiries into your character, my friend, and I am bound to say – not without a wince – that there are occasional parallels in our conduct, it might seem. For we have both loved often and not always wisely, and we have both, I am sure, been the life of the party in our time. And we do share a love of the fashionable life – two fellows about town, if you will!
It astounds me that we have yet to encounter one another for surely we must have frequented similar places? I would suggest we partake of a brandy or several but if we are so alike, such a meeting is liable to end up in brotherhood or on the field of honour, not to mention one of the most hotly-contested card tables in town.
Learn well from the situation in which you have found yourself for this is nothing that one cannot turn to one’s advantage and London is a city filled with distractions. A home and hearth is merely a starting point and you have ably achieved both – now sir, it is time to count not your woes but your blessings. Throw on your finery, call for the coachman and away to enjoy all that London can offer!