[This note was scribbled on the back of the papers published in chapter 3. It appears that GW was concerned about some of the revelations contained therein and wished his editor to exercise discretion. As always, the project page can be found on Facebook. Previous chapters can be found here.]
My dear sir,
Well, that was a night and a half, was it not? I do not think I shall need another drink until Michaelmas! Of course, one might make an exception for a good claret, or a fine brandy or even another taste of that ale, though I hesitate to imagine what was in that heady brew… &c &c (and brandy, and claret and on we go)…
One can always make an exception for the right cellar, after all!
I have much to say on the matter of Nunzia and I understand your good lady and my own are due to enjoy the delights of Drury Lane this coming week. Might I rely on your discretion in this particular matter though, as there are still one or two revelations of my sainted grandmother’s life that I have yet to share with Mrs Wickham.
Now, you know me better than most and you can attest that I am an honest fellow, a gentleman who holds his honour more important than anything, and I should like to sit Mrs Wickham down and read the pages to her myself. I know too well that some of the contents can be misinterpreted, and my life has suffered with quite enough misinterpretation over the years, as you and I are both aware!
I ask only that you appraise your own charming wife of the circumstance and ask that she not discuss the matter of Nunzia’s early escapades with Mrs Wickham. Believe me when I say that it is better for all concerned if she hears of the foundling once she has a new bonnet safe atop her pretty head – such is the way of the woman, eh?
Now, onto happier matters – Newmarket, 15th? I have a fine piece of horseflesh running, and finer still the company who shall be on my arm!