From whatever reason, the fact remains that his letters are by no means uncheery reading; his books and study, most of all his friendships (with one fellow-captive especially), seem to have kept him contented and even happy.
Ecgbert picked up the farspeaker eagerly. Frideswide darling! I have been wating to hear from you all the morning. […]
The two admiral-ambassadors were themselves two worlds apart. Kirk, now deceased, remained very much a seadog in both speech and mannerism. He was curt and seldom smiled, while Wright, a bit hard of hearing, was always courteous.
Due to the splendid isolation guaranteed by her social position she had never met a cock IRL and, as there was no Wi-Fi in the palace, she had no opportunity to check the facts.
