I don’t understand. I’m more than willing to take care of Lydia. It is you that I’m worried about. Where do you intend to go? How are you going to get there? Will you come back? Will I ever get to see you again?

I don’t think matters of such gravity should be discussed by letter. Let us meet. My ship reaches harbour at 10 in the morning, every Tuesday. I hope to see you soon.

Love,

Marcus