Dear Miss Emmerton,

I received your letter. So sorry to hear of your misfortune. You must have caught a grippe on Uncle's boat. One must always keep one's paws dry on such occasions or suffer the consequences. Please use greater caution and discretion for the remainder of your time abroad or I shall have to come and fetch you!

As for you mother, she is fine, busying herself digging in the garden and, of course, fussing over your dear sister's upcoming nuptials. There is much commotion over the table linens and the necessary procurement of a particular kind of lace, but I cannot give you many details as I am careful not to involve myself in such matters. Any display of even the faintest interest could result in conversations about the pedestrian qualities of the Battenburg variety for an indeterminable period of time. Mysteriously, your father's work has kept him in the city these many weeks.

Signing off for now. Please give my best to Mrs. Applecross and her young daughter, Miss Lilly. I am sure that the warmer climates and hearty fare of the Amalfi Coast will do wonders for your health. I do hope the accommodations are better than those you described in your last correspondence (dreadful pigeons!) though I'm sure you'll make do and have another delightful misadventure to report.

With warm regards,
Sir Wendell Frazierfield