3/2/1800
My Etienne,
I apologize deeply for the lateness of this letter, as well as for scaring you before. As well as the hurried nature of the previous letter. I suppose I'm sorry for everything. Now, I do have a place to call my own as of now, but I haven't for a while, and that's my excuse for not returning your worried favor. Your English has improved, once again. I am also nothing but grateful for your offers and concerns, however a place for living is now not a worry. My Dearest Friend, I am in good health, so do not fret over me anymore, it is unnecessary. My Dear Etienne, I will still continue to return your letters no matter what you think of me. As you have brought up, I have left both my family and fortune, which is true. I hoped you wouldn't ask me why, because it is selfishness that caused this whole situation, my selfishness, namely. I feel it is too soon still to speak of the events that took place on the night your favor arrived. I know you would feel that it was your fault; rest assured that it wasn't. That January day, I hope you do not discuss until I wish to. I only fear loosing you as a friend. And, since you wished for me to tell you, I am okay.
Yours,
Constant Matthews
P.S.: I now reside at --- ------ St.
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The Letters
Ficción históricaConstant Matthews, a rich man in the 19th century, decides to contact his dearest friend, Etienne Jay, who immigrated from France to America, to speak of normal matters.
