So he began his next letter with "Dear Sophie." But he could not pour the same emotion into "Dear Sophie" as he could into "My Princess"-- and "My Sophie" was a step beyond the bounds of frank and loyal friendship.

So it came to his apostrophizing her as "Dear" and scattering "Sophies" deliciously through the text.

And so the frank and loyal friendship went on its appointed course, as every frank and loyal friendship between two young and ardent souls who love each other has proceeded since the beginning of a sophisticated world.
The first three months of that year were a period of enchantment.

He lived supremely.

The daily round of work was trivial play.