"This..."
Elizabeth's eyes brightened for a moment, but then she hesitated, "But... wouldn't that seem too presumptuous? Why would he care about someone he doesn't even know? My life isn't that exciting, and I don't have anything interesting to share with him. Would he like my immature little poems?"
Lady Shelley, seeing Elizabeth's bowed head, stepped forward to comfort her, "Although I also think it's not an outstanding idea, making more friends is always good. Byron-like heroes, despite their flaws, generally possess a philathropic spirit, as Mr. Hastings said, and are unlikely to bully a beautiful soul."
Write to Eld?
Or let a woman write to him?
When Arthur heard this, he immediately became restless.
He was about to say a word of advice, but no sooner had he risen from his seat than he realized that the situation might not be so bad after all.
