canon is Neumeier's Lady of the Camellias

[luxuryflower]

My dearest writer,

You and I both know that your love for me is no less temporary than that of every man who has loved me before you. As I already told Armand, silly as he is and in spite of my condition - no matter how long I live, I am certain I shall live longer than you will love me. So what is all this talk of games? I shall readily admit I am a woman with a fondness for entertainment, but I have no desire to leave my comfortable life behind for the sake of your amusement. Unless there is a Duke and Counts there en masse to ensure my well-being, I would much rather stay in Paris. With Nanina and Prudence. And with Armand... Hush now, my dear.

There is nothing more to discuss. It will be as I say.

Kindest regards,
Marguerite Gautier

Comments

[luxuryflower]

To have a life, Monsieur, and then one such as this. It must be enough.

[population_ctrl]

Really? Why?

[luxuryflower]

When one faces imminent death, one appreciates what one has.

[population_ctrl]

No, that's a rather good reason to look for change.

[luxuryflower]

Some things cannot be changed, Monsieur. Such as the fact that I am ill and will live for almost as short a time as my mun's fascination with me.

[population_ctrl]

True. But why not marry a rich man and die without uncertainty?

[luxuryflower]

What man would not hold my past against me? Armand, perhaps, but he doesn't own the means necessary...

[population_ctrl]

Is he a driven man?

[luxuryflower]

Driven, yes. By love.

1/2

[population_ctrl]

[population_ctrl]

Run away. As fast as you can.

[luxuryflower]

He has allowed me my way of life. I will allow him his affection, seeing how it will be over soon enough.

[population_ctrl]

... your investments are terrible, Mademoiselle.

[luxuryflower]

How could I disagree? I am indebted beyond measure.