"Hmm hmm, Lady Isabel may I come in?"
"Who is it? Father it's not you is it?"
"No, I am Francis Button, cousin to Thomas Thorne the poet."
"Thomas? Then yes you may come in."
Francis saw that she was writing a letter, quite a big one. He placed Thomas's letter on the side and began to leave
"What is this?"
"It's a letter from my cousin for you"
And with that Francis left and returned to his cousin.
"So, did you deliver it to her? What did she say? Does she have a letter for me?
"Calm down Thomas, I believe she was just writing one for as I walked in, I believe she feels the same about you. I can go up now to retrieve the letter from her if you would like.
"No wait until after my poem then give it to me."
Lady Isabel was intrigued by the letter from Thomas and she decided to open it before she finished her love letter.
As she got through the letter she began to smile as she knew that she had his love and he had hers. After reading the letter she frantically began to write down the rest of her letter. As she wrote she kept on muttering "he loves me!"
Dear Mr Thorne,
I love you...
Meanwhile Thomas was about to perform his greatest piece yet.
"Welcome, Mr Thomas Thorne!"
"Summer have aroused the twilight of life in the hay, shadows long and dark, time has passed since the honeymoon of may and held aloft by rosey buds whose nectar sweet forbade. The lark...
"Francis, I read Thomas's letter and I have my reply, will you give it to him after his work?"
"Certainly."
"Thank you."
Isabel had walked in front of Francis and given him a letter which made Thomas distracted. He longed to read her letter but Hermione and Roger was his greatest piece yet and he couldn't disappoint his audience.
Isabel gracefully glided upstairs back to her room, she sat on her bed and read the letter over and over again, each time falling more and more in love. She returned downstairs to see that Thomas was still going and an hour later her came to his end.
"Oh welcome death, sweet death" he recited dramatically, leaning against the pillar. "On this Earth we are but lodger, for she has his Hermione and he always her Roger!" He scrunched up the paper, bowed and staggered to his seat where people were clapping and he was attended to, having sweat wiped from his forehead.
"Her response cousin."
Thomas bolted upright.
"Oh yes!"
Dear Mr Thorne,
I love you and now I know you feel the same, I wrote this letter in discretion so my father won't find out. My love for you is continually growing and I couldn't wait for this party when I knew you would be here. Once you've read this come to the kitchen and speak to me I'm sure we could sort my father out soon.
Till then my love,
Lady Isabel.
