May 1875

My Dear Friend,

It is good to hear from you. Before I address the contents of your letter, let me assure you that all is well here at The Haven. The vineyard looks spectacular and I look forward to the harvest. There have been no callers in your absence, other than that very interesting gentleman from the new world who attended your last salon, Lord Ian. He brought a painting he was hoping to have your opinion of. I was happy to offer him my own view, but he did not seem so interested in my thoughts as yours. Isn't that the way of things? In the end, he left the painting, explaining that he will be traveling for several weeks. He hopes you enjoy it at least for the time is away on business.

It is remarkable that Mrs. Piozzi (although when last I knew her, she was still Lady Thrale) considers any man to be master of any part of her person or her spirit. Oh, yes, she seems to have gone at least temporarily off balance in her devotion to this music teacher, Piozzi. The proof of that is in the mere fact of her rapid and insensible marriage. There is no doubt she is captivated by the man as she never was by her first husband. I still maintain that the only man she has ever seen as her own equal was Dr. Johnson. Of course, she abandoned him in his hour of need as soon as the Italian found his way into her... well... I'll be a lady and call it her heart. I think we both understand that the heart I speak of is located somewhat south of most.

Still, I am sorry to hear of her sad loss. No one should endure such a thing. I would ask you to offer her my condolences, but I fear she would send them back unwelcome. So be it.

As to Capitainede Robion-Castellane's opinion on your spending -- well, surely you anticipated his reaction to your purchases. He is a man who appreciates good taste, but likes to think good taste can be expressed freely without expense. Of course, he is wise enough to realize this is not possible. I suspect he simply enjoys setting you to your fuming. Have you never noticed how the man smiles when your ire is riled? If I were you, I would not worry too much about what he says and pay considerably more attention to what he does.

You think me wise, eh? You think I avoid romanticentanglements? If only that were the case. Surely, Lorsagne, you are aware entanglements avoid me, not the other way around.

And on that lovely note, I will post this letter immediately. Carry on with your shopping and decorating. The money is your own to spend as you see fit. Have you not told me that is one advantage to your status as Chatelaine and bastard child?

Adoringly,

Fanny, who joyously anticipates your return to France