An early end to his adventures?

Dear Sir Williard,

This morning an invitation was delivered with my eggs and toast. When I saw the note was from none other than Miss Peach's mother, a cold dread swept over soul. I was about to pay for my lack of character. The note was a polite welcome to New Thames, nothing in the tone suggested the outrage that she and Peach's father must be feeling, but a matter of this delicacy could not be resolved in any way other than a face-to-face confrontation. Sure enough the last sentence apologized for the hurried nature of the request, but humbly requested that, if I was free, to stop by the town-house of this notable family at ten o'clock local time that very morning. A calling card with the address of the town-house was clipped to the letter.

I took great care with my grooming this morning, calling once again on the hotel staff for a shave, polished boots and to have my walking jacket and shirts freshly pressed. I took the time to tie my cravat in a double reverse twist and used my very best pin (the very onyx and gold piece that you gave to me on my departure to this distant planet) to hold it in firmly in place above the gold-embroidered vest. On Earth, the practice of dueling has thankfully all but died out, but in a place like this where passions clearly run high who knows? It is also possible that a man of Peach's father's power may simply have a humble doctor like me disappear and thus have any possible scandal fade away as quickly as my physical corpse in this jungle planet. I hope I do not sound too theatrical when I say that this may well be my last addition to this long letter.

I am writing this final paragraph and taking the time to bundle all of these notes together and arrange for them to be mailed back to your Lordship before leaving for my appointment. The city of Kanda is still besieged, but the concierge assures me that the pirates have been driven back and he expects service to resume any day. He did not say 'American raiders' as most of the others have, but I have no doubt that he too places the blame for the raids firmly in the hands of those Yankee savages.

I have taken the time to reread the entire sequence of entries, and as far as I can tell there are neither errors nor omissions. In regard to regretting my behavior last night, while acknowledging that my behavior was unbecoming a gentleman, especially a member of the medical profession I find I cannot regret my actions. In this I know I surely have disappointed my mother and perhaps you as well, but it is my hope than when you read this journal of my time here on Rajah-4 you will find it in your heart to forgive me. Please make no attempt to locate me if I have indeed disappeared, I would not have you risk involving yourself with a man like Peach's father because of my failings.

I beg of you as well to burn this letter once you have finished reading its contents. It is my great fear that its contents might somehow become public; not so much to conceal my own failings as to protect the honor and reputation of Miss Peach. It would be a too simple matter for an enterprising journalist who found these notes to deduce the identity of her and her family, and I could not bare to have failed her in this final way.