Cherished cousin, can you get some of his hair, and a recent handkerchief? If so, handle them as little as possible and send them to me wrapped in wax paper. Leave the rest to me and he'll have bad luck the rest of his days!
No one should be forced to marry an old oyster like him. Just thinking on his horrid purple lips makes me cringe! You poor little dove. How clever of Uncle Max to finally see the match was no good.
Also, I'll send you some ointment for your complexion.