My Dear Lady,
While I've claimed myself a patient man more than once, I am starting to believe you might have the power to make a liar out of me. Waiting for your letters has turned me into the most impatient boy, glancing at my window several times an hour and harassing my butler to check for incoming mail continuously throughout the day, despite knowing our fine-feathered friend knows her way perfectly well to my office window which as of late I have left permanently open. As much as I am acquainted with how busy my lady must be by way of your own accounts in your letters, I still cannot seem to find any patience while waiting for your messages. If I dared, I'd ponder if you were making me wait as an extra punishment for my previous offenses, which would make your silence quite the effe
