Monday, the 6th of August 1883

I trust to have adequately informed you on your situation regarding my daughter during our conversation this afternoon. I am sending you this letter to ensure that not a shred of doubt is left in your foul mind and your despicable heart.
Elisabeth is my dearest flower, and I am the bush of thorns that surrounds her. She will get married over my dead body. In spite of your scandalous statement regarding her feelings, I will personally see to it that none of you wolves will be able to taint her any further.

Sincerely,

Nicolaas Meester