Lydia and London

Dear Georgiana,

         I deeply regret leaving in such a hurry. Elizabeth’s younger sister had eloped with Wickham. They are said to be somewhere in London. Mr. Gardiner and I are diligently searching for her. I thought I saw her in the street the other day, but by the time I got over to where she was standing, she was gone. She must have ducked into some alley and ran. After another week or so, I finally found her. She led me to Wickham. He and I had a chat. I told him I would pay for his gambling debts and the wedding if he agreed to marry Lydia. He agreed. I told him for as long as he was alive he had to show his love for her everyday or I would expose what really happened. My sincere apologies for departing without telling you.

                                                                                                    Love, 
                                                                                                      Fitzwilliam