It's not that Havelock LIED to Puck about the contents of Lilly's letter.
He just ... may not have been entirely forthcoming.
My Dearest Duo,
Master Marlowe told me of your letter. I am touched by your concern, darling; nevertheless, I should like to reassure you that I remain quite undamaged-- though I do yearn for the sight of you and the children once more. I am delighted that you all continue heartily, and that your attempts to sell them away were but brief.
As regards our pale and blood-famished friend, I of course wish for nothing but his continued health and prosperity. To that end, I delight to report that the traditional charms against his kind seem to have no effect whatever.
Whether that shall hold true indefinitely remains to be seen.
Also: Were you aware, my dear, that there are those among our mutual acquaintances who feel that I am 'wrapped about Marlowe's little finger'? And that the whole affair is a secret of the very flimsiest quality? I am quite beside myself over it.
(Do I make strange faces when I think on him?)
Our common adversary and that pale blight upon the earth remain, the both of them, either absent or in shadow. I cannot tell which.
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Date: 2010-02-23 05:02 am (UTC)From:He just ... may not have been entirely forthcoming.
My Dearest Duo,
Master Marlowe told me of your letter. I am touched by your concern, darling; nevertheless, I should like to reassure you that I remain quite undamaged-- though I do yearn for the sight of you and the children once more. I am delighted that you all continue heartily, and that your attempts to sell them away were but brief.
As regards our pale and blood-famished friend, I of course wish for nothing but his continued health and prosperity. To that end, I delight to report that the traditional charms against his kind seem to have no effect whatever.
Whether that shall hold true indefinitely remains to be seen.
Also: Were you aware, my dear, that there are those among our mutual acquaintances who feel that I am 'wrapped about Marlowe's little finger'? And that the whole affair is a secret of the very flimsiest quality? I am quite beside myself over it.
(Do I make strange faces when I think on him?)
Our common adversary and that pale blight upon the earth remain, the both of them, either absent or in shadow. I cannot tell which.
I miss you terribly.I look to your safe return.
Lady Vialle