Letters from A.R.E., Fourth of Seven, 18 April 18--

Darling friend, I am safe for the time being, yet I am not in confidence of being free à vie.  I will constantly live my life running from one or another.  I fear it will never come to a close.  What I have done will not be overlooked as we had hoped would transpire, what now feels ages--eons--ago.  I can honestly say that I have been a fool.  I have been imagining a life that could never--and was never--meant to be.  I should have understood when you ignored my hints of partnership, but it is as my dear girl said, 'Men will not easily be succumbed.'  Had I but set my vanity aside, and heeded her words, I may yet be in your favor. --A.R.E.