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Olivia starts to write more frequently to her sister. Write the letter she wrote to her about the picnic.

Dear Marcia,

It’s been 1 months since I wrote you a letter so I think it is about time to tell you about my latest experiences here in India. I still haven’t got used to the climate and all the living conditions. Of course Douglas is very sympathetic about that and he tries to make my life as easy and comfortable as possible but as I have already told you he is working very long and hard and so it is impossible for him to dedicate all his conerns to my well-being. Douglas would love to see me getting involved with the other English women’s activities, but frankly said, I don’t feel very much at ease with those women. But there is someone that I do feel at ease with…and that is the Nawab. He lives in a palace and is a man of high esteem. The first time I saw him was when he had invited us to a dinner party at his house. I didn’t attend this event with high expectations but it turned out to be just the thing I needed. The Nawab seemed to be interested in my life, my history and I think there was even a vibe between us. The way he looked at me was flattering and showed me his appreciation.

A couple of days after the party he came to see me at my house. Douglas was working of course and so we sat together, had drinks and enjoyed each others company. I told Douglas about my visitor and had to discover that he was not very enthusiastic about it. I have  to admit that this was probably a subconscious reason for me remaining silent after our next and also closest encounter.

It happened when the Nawab came to call on me the other day, but instead of staying at my house he insisted to take me on a small trip this time. It was tedious at first as the Nawab’s mood had turned and he acted inexplicably cold-hearted. We went to a shady grove, a nice spot, surrounded by a pleasant climate and temperature. After having arrived the Nawab became charming again and I felt once again like I was the only person that mattered to him. He told me ancient stories and legends about the place we had come to and complimented me in a likely way. He even divulged to me that I had become important to him and that he felt that he could talk to me about anything. I cannot deny that this pleased me and his whole attitute and behaviour makes me become more and more interested in his person. HIs intransperent character is just fascinating but on the other hand a bit scary.

I didn’t tell Douglas about the trip. But I feel relieved to have you to write to. It helps me clear my mind and thoughts, which I really need these days.

From now on I really want to write more frequently to you. I hope you are doing fine in France. I would love to get an answer from you soon.

Love,

Olivia