Dear Grace,
There are so many things to say and my hand aches when I think of writing it all down for you. However, my hand is inexcusably drawn to pen and paper and so I will attempt to answer your questions and provide you with a better picture of the people who are currently my only distraction in Angria. If only you were here. I feel as though the most important thing to convey to you is the state of my relationship with Mr. Hollyfield. Therefore, I shall focus this letter on that, and tomorrow write another to bring you up to date on the small group I have been getting to know.
As you stated in your letter, Mr. Hollyfield and I had become quite attached before your departure in December. I did fancy myself in love with him, and I am not surprised the gentleman still believes himself to be in love with me. However, and of this I am sure, Mr. Hollyfield and I are two different types of people. We love differently and need to be loved differently.
If I were to see the gentleman again I have no doubt that the feelings I have worked very hard to repress would emerge again. No doubt you think I have lost my senses. How could I possibly convey to you this feeling? There was not some one moment in which I stopped loving him, or realized I did not truly love him, it was a gradual realization which arose from many visits, outings, and talks. No, I do love him. But I love him as a brother and a friend, not as a husband. I am not in love with Mr. Hollyfield. Perhaps if I would share with you our last conversation some of your curiosity would be satisfied.
We were indeed walking into the garden of your home arm in arm. We were discussing you and George as we crunched the crisp snow that was beneath us. A garden in winter is not so beautiful as a garden in spring, you know. And on we walked for many minutes until he turned to me, "Abagail," he started, "You must know how I feel about you. And I believe you feel the same way towards me. I think it is time we consider--"
"Please don't Mr. Hollyfield," I interrupted. You see, at this point I had already come to understand my feelings. "You and I have indeed become very close lately, but I think any further you go on the same subject will just end in regret."
"Please don't Mr. Hollyfield," I interrupted. You see, at this point I had already come to understand my feelings. "You and I have indeed become very close lately, but I think any further you go on the same subject will just end in regret."
"Regret? Are you telling me you do not love me?"
"I do love you, Mr. Hollyfield, but not in the way you are speaking of. I love you as one loves a sibling. I did not at first, perhaps, but you have become my guide and my guardian." I turned to face him and lifted my hand to his unshaven face. "You mean the world to me, and I would hate to lose you. But I cannot be completely yours in the way that a wife would. And I am very sorry for it. I do think though, that in time, you will realize you view me as a sister, and that you would be unhappy with me for a wife."
He pulled away from me and walked a few steps away. I know he was very unhappy with me, perhaps I had been too honest. Perhaps I should have kept my eyes on the ground and batted my eyes to show my agitation. But I wanted him to know that I did care for him and that I wanted to know him in the future as I knew him then. I walked over to him, "James," I said as I wrapped my hand in his.
But he jerked his hand away from mine, "You do not have the privilege of addressing me so informally Ms. Lovelace." He started to walk out of the garden but stopped himself right before the gate, "I appreciate your honesty," it was said in a very unappreciative manner, Grace. "But I do not think my feelings for you are the same as yours for me and I doubt that they ever shall be united. I had already planned on returning home on the morrow and shall not delay. Your answer was not what I thought it would be. Perhaps we shall meet again."
And he walked away. I have not seen or heard from him since. I am glad to know that he was asking after me though, it gives me hope that our friendship may be mended. And when I stated earlier, that if I saw him my feelings for him would once again emerge, it is because though I love him as a brother, I can see him as a man. And he is a very attractive man. It would be best for me, for both of us, if we met again under restricted circumstances. Like perhaps one of us being engaged. I wish you would tell him that I am well and I hope he is well also.
I look forward to hearing from you and mama sends love. Again.
Abagail Lovelace
March 1