My dearest Gertrude,
I received the news from your poor mama with the greatest regret. I am compelled to tell you it is simply not the Chufflepick way to go gallivanting about the savannah like a savage or some kind of lion.
Still, if it means you have ditched that dreadful Eustace chap there’s a silver lining of sorts.
P.S. Enclosed my Châtellerault blade and the good book that saved my life more than once on the Kampala campaign.
P.P.S. You would do well not to reveal the above to your mama; she is quite fraught enough.