Letters From an Antique Desk That Cost Me 1400 Quid: Letter 6
Author’s note: Several people have brought up the price of the desk to me in private, suggesting it’s a steep number to have spent (then again some others have applauded the deal, to each their own). To address these and future comments: the desk was listed at 1600 pounds, and I’m happy to have negotiated down. Also, when you’re retired and have nothing to spend your money on except hobbies, travel, and spoiling your niece, it’s both a privilege and a joy to do so. Like many people on this site, I take great comfort in writing, which is maybe why I’ve especially appreciated these old letters — so much time and thought was put into them by their authors, who took pride in sharing their stories with those they loved. Therefore I have no qualms spending 1400 quid on a desk from the mid- to late-19th century, a period of time where writing was both commonplace and sacred. Not that I need to justify my actions, but it tickles me to think I get to continue the sacred act of writing on such an object. Perhaps Benjamin wrote his next letter from this very desk!
8 March 1872
Dear Mary,
I have secured the box from Cranston’s quarters, it is a strange feeling to be so near the source of our gift. I feel strong, yet palpably remember the first stretch of weakness at the start.
You and I had the resilience of youth, but I fear Cranston’s heart may not be strong enough to withstand the effects. I can only properly calm his symptoms when I am left alone to tend to him so as not to reveal myself, but Lord Garreth thinks he’s ‘somewhat of a physician himself’, so has been hovering.
Speaking of Garreth (I don’t need to keep to formalities with you I pray), there has been no talk of a betrothal. I am not sure if they’re keeping it quiet out of respect for Cranston’s condition, or if there is another reason to not mention it, but I feel certain if times were normal, Garreth would flaunt the news in front of me at every corner. I hold out hope yet…except as I write this in the drawing room, I hear them in the hall just now. Quite smitten it seems. They approach. More later sister.
Benjamin
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