Dearest Diary,
Some time ago, I had promised that I would put my cooking talents to use with a new recipe from time to time. Tonight I realized that it was the final day for such a goal and so I hurriedly arranged a small dinner party. Among the guests were my youngest brother, my mother and father, and the relative of a rumoured-to-be pirate. The recipe I found in a small cooking publication that declared the combination of beef and potatoes to be a casserole of "Shipwreck" design. I found it quite fitting that the other young lady didst attend.
Most of the guests smiled favourably on the outcome and I am eager to repeat such a dish in the future. As for my disdain for my own health, I have decided to feel ill no longer. Whatever means to encroach upon my living, I shall no longer see that it hinders me. I henceforth intend to be impressively healthy.
As part of such a declaration, I again gave leave to my horseless horse for some exercise. I'm not sure what they're calling such a contraption, but it has two wheels and is propelled by some sort of pedal. I'm afraid it is not of the most ladylike design, for traveling side-saddle on such a "horse" is nearly impossible. But it is tremendously favourable to so many I've heard.
Perhaps you shall take a ride with me tomorrow...
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Saturday, January 30, 2010
January 30, 2010
Dearest Diary,
It is not as though I have had no visitors today, for indeed a groundskeeper arrived today to be certain that the fire had not completely doused our spirits. Though the excitement of the event was mixed with concern for what might have happened, it is safe to say that things have carried on as normal today. Some rather unsavoury weather has commenced today and left me indoors for much of the afternoon, apart from some brief exercise with Lady Pigeon. It is fortunate, however that I have spent such a day doing a great deal of nothing because I am still under the weather.
It might however lift my spirits to hear from one of the gentlemen I have mentioned to you recently. I would enjoy a visit from Mr. Radar, or the gentleman you know as Voldemort. Neither do I expect, however. Would that Lord Barrymore should visit, I should be greatly put out. For he has most assuredly acquired my disfavor.
Perhaps if I am stronger, I shall attend the Sunday services in the morning and find new topics of conversation on the morrow...
It is not as though I have had no visitors today, for indeed a groundskeeper arrived today to be certain that the fire had not completely doused our spirits. Though the excitement of the event was mixed with concern for what might have happened, it is safe to say that things have carried on as normal today. Some rather unsavoury weather has commenced today and left me indoors for much of the afternoon, apart from some brief exercise with Lady Pigeon. It is fortunate, however that I have spent such a day doing a great deal of nothing because I am still under the weather.
It might however lift my spirits to hear from one of the gentlemen I have mentioned to you recently. I would enjoy a visit from Mr. Radar, or the gentleman you know as Voldemort. Neither do I expect, however. Would that Lord Barrymore should visit, I should be greatly put out. For he has most assuredly acquired my disfavor.
Perhaps if I am stronger, I shall attend the Sunday services in the morning and find new topics of conversation on the morrow...
Friday, January 29, 2010
January 29, 2010
Dearest Diary,
I am quite pleased to announce that no harm was done to my estate, and my loyal hound managed to escape unscathed by the events which were to unfold before I and my phaeton returned home. As my ponies slowed to a halt, we passed a coach of gentlemen who appeared to be part of some kind of fire brigade. The grounds which lie adjacent to our own had been very badly burned and had it not been for the quick thinking of a nearby resident and some extra water buckets, the flames might have also engulfed the house and left the fate of Lady Pigeon in the balance. Thankfully, all remain as I had left them in the morning.
The fact of my being in ill health, or the events described above have not diminished my regard for the day, however. For I exchanged delightful messages with a friend as we schemed and chuckled over the rumoured sightings of Mr. Voldemort. Are you privy to the identity of such a gentleman, Diary? But do not count on me for such an identity to be ascertained. I will not admit to it.
As for tomorrow, well let's be on with it...
Thursday, January 28, 2010
January 28, 2010
Dearest Diary,
Afternoons spent in the company of good friends are the ones I tend to savour. If it weren't for tea with such a friend and a letter from Mr. Radar, I would consider the day insignificant. Our topic of conversation inevitably lead to one of eligible bachelors, and what one might consider when faced with the prospect of marriage. She chided me for proposing to the American yesterday, for we have always had another gentleman in mind. Mr. Hicks is one you've heard much about. But as Mr. Hicks has been absent from this bit of the country, I acted on impulse. A move I dare not recommend. It is to no detriment however for I have still not received word back from Mr. Seacrest, and I dare not ask again. As for the sorts of characteristics I require in a husband, the other gentleman whose name arose, does not meet the full doctrine of qualifications. But he certainly meets enough to entertain such thoughts.
Mr. Radar offered some consoling verses in his correspondence and I am not unequal to such a diversion. He seems to be most successful at such times when other gentlemen have failed.
That is, most other gentlemen have failed. As for Mr. Radar and the man I dare not mention, I shall dwell on such musings until tomorrow...
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
January 27, 2010
Dearest Diary,
Mr. Cowell and an American gentleman by the name of Seacrest have returned for the hunting season, and I must admit that I am rather taken by the American. I find his wit and charm most ideal and I found myself with the preposterous notion of proposing marriage to this stranger. He too is fond of the same courrier that Mr. Franzese uses and I have on occasion received messages from Mr. Seacrest. Unable to resist the curiously unorthodox proposal, I summoned Mr. Twitter and delivered the question. The gentleman has not yet replied. There is a very small, but unique possibility that I shall be very soon engaged!
I shall inform you more on the matter (if there is much to tell) tomorrow...
Mr. Cowell and an American gentleman by the name of Seacrest have returned for the hunting season, and I must admit that I am rather taken by the American. I find his wit and charm most ideal and I found myself with the preposterous notion of proposing marriage to this stranger. He too is fond of the same courrier that Mr. Franzese uses and I have on occasion received messages from Mr. Seacrest. Unable to resist the curiously unorthodox proposal, I summoned Mr. Twitter and delivered the question. The gentleman has not yet replied. There is a very small, but unique possibility that I shall be very soon engaged!
I shall inform you more on the matter (if there is much to tell) tomorrow...
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
January 26, 2010
Dearest Diary,
I am deeply saddened to report that my health refuses to be amiable this evening. Apart from this small detail, I have had a bit of adventure today. What began with a single arrival by post from Lord Barrymore, continued with a second letter of a more forward nature. The gentleman has extended an official invitation, and at first receipt, I believed I would accept. Now I am thinking quite to the contrary.
I know that many will disparage me for asking too much, but I cannot seem to find the joy in the arrangement. I did however agree to have not made up my mind before spending some time in a gentleman's company. It is almost certain that to make such a promise, one will inevitably be given the opportunity to see it through, in the most unseemly opportunities. I am not certain I'm up to the task. You, dear Diary, have assured me "Tis only tea," but even tea, in this gentleman's company I fear would feel like a fortnight. I cannot believe that such an appointment would not result in my doing more harm to Lord Barrymore, than if I were to decline. I sense already that I am most determined to refuse him.
Now that he has been most assuredly cast aside, I shall try again to recommence my evening recreation with Lady Pigeon, about the grounds of the estate. In this manner, I shall be prepared should another gentleman recommend himself. It is much too late of hour to begin tonight, however. Perhaps, tomorrow...
Monday, January 25, 2010
January 25, 2010
Dearest Diary,
It is almost our two hundredth visit this evening and I cannot seem to posit a solution for our daily chats. I continue to remain positive and quite sure that the gentleman of whom we speak, whoever that may be, will soon make himself known. Not only to myself but to you, dear Diary, as well.
I can attest that Lord Barrymore has again sent word by post of his increasing affections and I can only be flattered by such a gesture. It is possible that my resistance toward him is waning, though I cannot be sure I am so eager for such a match.
I'm sure there can be no harm in joining him for tea, but I shall have to ponder it more on the morrow...
It is almost our two hundredth visit this evening and I cannot seem to posit a solution for our daily chats. I continue to remain positive and quite sure that the gentleman of whom we speak, whoever that may be, will soon make himself known. Not only to myself but to you, dear Diary, as well.
I can attest that Lord Barrymore has again sent word by post of his increasing affections and I can only be flattered by such a gesture. It is possible that my resistance toward him is waning, though I cannot be sure I am so eager for such a match.
I'm sure there can be no harm in joining him for tea, but I shall have to ponder it more on the morrow...
Sunday, January 24, 2010
January 24, 2010
Dearest Diary,
Upon my return home I received word of another victory by General Manning and his team of horses. I was also greeted with a freshly made pie. I must declare that I adore such sweets and I shall be right plump in the morning. It is always discouraging that such holidays must come to an end.
The weather however happened to be very considerate of my journey home and not a drop of rain descended upon me. I have again received a letter from Lord Barrymore and he is beginning to sound even more eager to receive word. I am less eager to oblige.
Again I shall look forward to the coming week and to tomorrow...
Upon my return home I received word of another victory by General Manning and his team of horses. I was also greeted with a freshly made pie. I must declare that I adore such sweets and I shall be right plump in the morning. It is always discouraging that such holidays must come to an end.
The weather however happened to be very considerate of my journey home and not a drop of rain descended upon me. I have again received a letter from Lord Barrymore and he is beginning to sound even more eager to receive word. I am less eager to oblige.
Again I shall look forward to the coming week and to tomorrow...
Saturday, January 23, 2010
January 23, 2010
Dearest Diary,
As it happens, I was indeed able to find a new bonnet, as well as some excellent riding trousers. Many new books were recommended to me as well. After such an excursion, we spent the chief of the evening in the sitting room doting on one another's latest acquisitions.
We did venture to take one evening perusal of the grounds and were surprised by the meeting of another gentleman whose hound happens to be a playmate of Mr. Sinatra. Mr. Sinatra, who often goes by his Christian name, Hank, is of course the canine companion of the eldest Miss Lindsay. The two were quite energetic at such a meeting. I must remit however, that the owner of Mr. Murdock was not a gentleman of any propriety. He is found wonting in manners and social graces (though his garrulous nature did not fail to occupy our time while the boisterous animals bounded about).
Before we retire for the night, I have found it necessary to don my new bonnet awhile and read an excerpt from a book of letters to the authoress known as Ms. Austen.
Tomorrow, I shall delight in singing the hymns I miss so often at home...
Friday, January 22, 2010
January 22, 2010
Dearest Diary,
Today I received a rather unconventional invitation to a wedding where I am assured there will be much dancing. Such an invitation I am eager to accept as I have remitted repeatedly that I do desire to attend such a ball. But, I am exceedingly weary from this evening's travels. I have completed the journey south in order that I might call upon my sister. Upon my arrival, we dined at small eaterie who specializes in pies made with a sort of tomato paste beneath various cheeses and meats. A very delectable alternative to what our cooking skills might have presented.
We are to visit the coast on the morrow as well as to take a survey of the neighborly merchants in this bit of the country. I shall hope to return with a new bonnet and perchance even a new gown.
It is this anticipation with which I now to bed, that tomorrow might arrive much sooner...
Today I received a rather unconventional invitation to a wedding where I am assured there will be much dancing. Such an invitation I am eager to accept as I have remitted repeatedly that I do desire to attend such a ball. But, I am exceedingly weary from this evening's travels. I have completed the journey south in order that I might call upon my sister. Upon my arrival, we dined at small eaterie who specializes in pies made with a sort of tomato paste beneath various cheeses and meats. A very delectable alternative to what our cooking skills might have presented.
We are to visit the coast on the morrow as well as to take a survey of the neighborly merchants in this bit of the country. I shall hope to return with a new bonnet and perchance even a new gown.
It is this anticipation with which I now to bed, that tomorrow might arrive much sooner...
Thursday, January 21, 2010
January 21, 2010
Dearest Diary,
Tomorrow I am to journey to the south of the country in order that I might enjoy the company of my eldest sister. She happens also to be my only sister. I enjoy such visits immensely as we always engage in activities quite appropriate for the entertainment of sisters. If the County Lee were to host a ball, I am certain that we should attend. But I am told that other distractions will occupy our schedule. I am unable to contain my enthusiasm.
If it weren't for the rain this afternoon, I would be furthering the exercise of my hound in our leisurely turn about the grounds. Unfortunately, we are indoors at present and hoping that the weather might pass. On the contrary, it is perhaps fortuitous that I have the opportunity to rest awhile on my new settee.
Such moments never last long enough. I am obliged to take leave again that I might teach yet another music lesson.
Would that life were not so wrought with appointments. Perhaps there will be fewer tomorrow...
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
January 20, 2010
Dearest Diary,
My devoted hound and I returned moments ago from a rather lengthy turn about the estate. We have missed such recreation for several days and I am delighted we were able to return to such a routine. At present I am enjoying tea with Miss Gilmore and her beloved mother. Their appetites amuse me exceedingly and encourage a rather gluttonous behaviour in oneself that I would not ordinarily condone. In their company, however, I often do make an exception.
I have no new acquaintances to speak of today for I am convinced that entertaining after trifling with one's occupation can be a very tiresome business. It is fortunate that Saturday arrives from time to time.
It is unfortunate, however, that it does not arrive tomorrow...
My devoted hound and I returned moments ago from a rather lengthy turn about the estate. We have missed such recreation for several days and I am delighted we were able to return to such a routine. At present I am enjoying tea with Miss Gilmore and her beloved mother. Their appetites amuse me exceedingly and encourage a rather gluttonous behaviour in oneself that I would not ordinarily condone. In their company, however, I often do make an exception.
I have no new acquaintances to speak of today for I am convinced that entertaining after trifling with one's occupation can be a very tiresome business. It is fortunate that Saturday arrives from time to time.
It is unfortunate, however, that it does not arrive tomorrow...
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
January 19, 2010
Dearest Diary,
If Lord Barrymore had been who I imagined him to be, I suppose one might assume we were engaged and set to be married at the first sign of Spring. Fortunately for you, dear Diary, he is not. I am not yet fully acquainted with the gentleman, but I am quite sure of his shortcomings and while I do not declare I should never like to be in his company, I am certain I should never enjoy being his wife.
But I elate that I am able to present another match for my record keeping today. Did I find the gentleman handsome? I did indeed. And however closely he matches the criteria I specificated to you, I cannot believe there is any reason he and I might form an alliance. About particulars, I'm afraid I cannot be so forthcoming. But it has taught me to hope that apart from this latest anomaly, there still might be a bachelor eager for my own company.
And perhaps he might find me tomorrow...
If Lord Barrymore had been who I imagined him to be, I suppose one might assume we were engaged and set to be married at the first sign of Spring. Fortunately for you, dear Diary, he is not. I am not yet fully acquainted with the gentleman, but I am quite sure of his shortcomings and while I do not declare I should never like to be in his company, I am certain I should never enjoy being his wife.
But I elate that I am able to present another match for my record keeping today. Did I find the gentleman handsome? I did indeed. And however closely he matches the criteria I specificated to you, I cannot believe there is any reason he and I might form an alliance. About particulars, I'm afraid I cannot be so forthcoming. But it has taught me to hope that apart from this latest anomaly, there still might be a bachelor eager for my own company.
And perhaps he might find me tomorrow...
Monday, January 18, 2010
January 18, 2010
Dearest Diary,
There is much to ponder tonight. On more sensitive matters, a friend has taken ill, though I understand she is well looked after. I myself am feeling less than perfect though have little to complain about when I hear of the struggles around me. A touch of weakness is hardly cause for alarm in my case.
Before such ailments had befallen me, however, I was able to visit with a gentleman who is apt to provide the background for such courtly dances and ballrooms. He claims he is a musician. He was of little help to me, however in acquiring the materials I needed for my music lessons this week. The gentleman additionally claims to be a merchant of such a degree.
I had made a promise to you during the autumn months that should I have the pleasure of being introduced to any gentlemen who might desire to recreate the occasion on another day, I would advise you of said introductions. I believe Mr. Varney falls into this category. I also stated, however that it is of no difference whether I care to repeat the event myself, and in this case, I would be all too delighted if the gentleman never did call. But he satisfies the criteria I remitted to you before. And so with a goal of obtaining 5 such encounters per week, I shall place a check next to number one.
Perhaps I may do so again, tomorrow...
There is much to ponder tonight. On more sensitive matters, a friend has taken ill, though I understand she is well looked after. I myself am feeling less than perfect though have little to complain about when I hear of the struggles around me. A touch of weakness is hardly cause for alarm in my case.
Before such ailments had befallen me, however, I was able to visit with a gentleman who is apt to provide the background for such courtly dances and ballrooms. He claims he is a musician. He was of little help to me, however in acquiring the materials I needed for my music lessons this week. The gentleman additionally claims to be a merchant of such a degree.
I had made a promise to you during the autumn months that should I have the pleasure of being introduced to any gentlemen who might desire to recreate the occasion on another day, I would advise you of said introductions. I believe Mr. Varney falls into this category. I also stated, however that it is of no difference whether I care to repeat the event myself, and in this case, I would be all too delighted if the gentleman never did call. But he satisfies the criteria I remitted to you before. And so with a goal of obtaining 5 such encounters per week, I shall place a check next to number one.
Perhaps I may do so again, tomorrow...
Sunday, January 17, 2010
January 17, 2010
Dearest Diary,
My family has a special talent for eating cake if there is anything at all to celebrate. Yesterday's celebration included the arrival of my new settee and a certain victory of General Manning over Mr. Poe's raven. I am exceedingly glad of both events.
In addition to such excitement, I have again heard from Lord Barrymore who extended the invitation that I might call upon him. I shall resist for the present but we continue to exchange letters. He does not reside in this particular county but one about an hour's carriage ride from here. I am so hesitant in such matters.
Today's entertainment, however includes a visit with Mr. Disney who has the tendency to entertain guests of many an age and who might be of the marrying kind. I shall expect to visit with one or two of them.
And perchance again tomorrow...
Saturday, January 16, 2010
January 16, 2010
Dearest Diary,
Mr. Adam, it appears, is from North Africa and recently moved to this bit of the country. He is quite unaccustomed to our culture and upbringing. And he again invited me to tea. I have come to fear the thought of such a gathering for he has asked some rather unique questions that confuse me so. His English is not quite fluent and so I'm sure that some discrepency is in the translation, but I simply do not understand what he means by one question in particular, and I've certainly no mind to beg clarification. I may simply ignore the invitation once more and let that be the end of my association with the gentleman.
But I wonder what you know of a gentleman by the name of Barrymore. Barrymore is not in fact the gentleman's name, but I understand his business to be of the theatre. Anything further about him, I have not had the pleasure to inquire. So at the moment, I shall call him Barrymore. And with any hope for a more dignified profession, I shall attach the title of Lord to his name. For Lord Barrymore's letter displayed finer penmanship than that of Mr. Adam.
As for the services tonight, I shall hope to bump into one of those stately chaps who seem to arrive unaccompanied on a regular basis. If not today, then perhaps tomorrow...
Mr. Adam, it appears, is from North Africa and recently moved to this bit of the country. He is quite unaccustomed to our culture and upbringing. And he again invited me to tea. I have come to fear the thought of such a gathering for he has asked some rather unique questions that confuse me so. His English is not quite fluent and so I'm sure that some discrepency is in the translation, but I simply do not understand what he means by one question in particular, and I've certainly no mind to beg clarification. I may simply ignore the invitation once more and let that be the end of my association with the gentleman.
But I wonder what you know of a gentleman by the name of Barrymore. Barrymore is not in fact the gentleman's name, but I understand his business to be of the theatre. Anything further about him, I have not had the pleasure to inquire. So at the moment, I shall call him Barrymore. And with any hope for a more dignified profession, I shall attach the title of Lord to his name. For Lord Barrymore's letter displayed finer penmanship than that of Mr. Adam.
As for the services tonight, I shall hope to bump into one of those stately chaps who seem to arrive unaccompanied on a regular basis. If not today, then perhaps tomorrow...
Friday, January 15, 2010
January 15, 2010
Dearest Diary,
I at last returned correspondence to Mr. Adam and will wait to hear from him again. At the urging of my cousin, I have agreed to accept the invitation for tea with the gentleman. I must admit, however that I do not hold great anticipation of his reply. I so long for the anguish of being crossed in love, but there is rarely an opportunity to submit to it. Mr. Adam is not the recipient of such affection, nor is the gentleman we last spoke of.
So I turn my thoughts toward the lectures I am to deliver at the University tomorrow. There is oft little time to dwell on such idle thoughts as marriage and furniture, though I'd much prefer it to the alternative at present. Dear Brahms and Mozart, however must be the gentlemen for me. I shall study their speech and their lightness of foot. And I shall pretend to be in love with them, though they are no longer the eligible bachelors who come to ask for my hand.
Perhaps all will change tomorrow...
I at last returned correspondence to Mr. Adam and will wait to hear from him again. At the urging of my cousin, I have agreed to accept the invitation for tea with the gentleman. I must admit, however that I do not hold great anticipation of his reply. I so long for the anguish of being crossed in love, but there is rarely an opportunity to submit to it. Mr. Adam is not the recipient of such affection, nor is the gentleman we last spoke of.
So I turn my thoughts toward the lectures I am to deliver at the University tomorrow. There is oft little time to dwell on such idle thoughts as marriage and furniture, though I'd much prefer it to the alternative at present. Dear Brahms and Mozart, however must be the gentlemen for me. I shall study their speech and their lightness of foot. And I shall pretend to be in love with them, though they are no longer the eligible bachelors who come to ask for my hand.
Perhaps all will change tomorrow...
Thursday, January 14, 2010
January 14, 2010
Dearest Diary,
In a matter of minutes, I am to away to the next county to instruct a music lesson. However, at the present I am eager to write to you and remit that I have heard once more from a long-time acquaintance who expects to visit soon. You know him as Mr. Radar. I often admit that I waver back and forth on his affection. Does he or doesn't he hold such feeling for me, I wonder.
Perhaps once a year, he journeys down for the warmer air and sunshine that is so very prevalent in this county. And it is nearing that particular time of year. His most recent letter however states that he should like to postpone such amusement until this year has passed. It makes better sense, he believes, to visit such a climate when it is quite the opposite from what passes at home. And there is much entertainment to attend to on the eve of a new year. I cannot agree with him more and it allows for other such travel when the summer arrives.
I maintain, however that I feel nothing stronger than friendship for the gentleman. It has become imperative that it be so, for you know how quickly I might be swayed. I must remain firm on the point.
Apart from such correspondence, although I have been delinquent as of late at taking a turn about the grounds, I am delighted to inform you that I am since recovered from the cooler weather and shall be back to the paths of the estate on my (until recent) usual walk. These walks seem to afford many ponderings and I enjoy them immensely.
Perhaps you should like to join me tomorrow...
In a matter of minutes, I am to away to the next county to instruct a music lesson. However, at the present I am eager to write to you and remit that I have heard once more from a long-time acquaintance who expects to visit soon. You know him as Mr. Radar. I often admit that I waver back and forth on his affection. Does he or doesn't he hold such feeling for me, I wonder.
Perhaps once a year, he journeys down for the warmer air and sunshine that is so very prevalent in this county. And it is nearing that particular time of year. His most recent letter however states that he should like to postpone such amusement until this year has passed. It makes better sense, he believes, to visit such a climate when it is quite the opposite from what passes at home. And there is much entertainment to attend to on the eve of a new year. I cannot agree with him more and it allows for other such travel when the summer arrives.
I maintain, however that I feel nothing stronger than friendship for the gentleman. It has become imperative that it be so, for you know how quickly I might be swayed. I must remain firm on the point.
Apart from such correspondence, although I have been delinquent as of late at taking a turn about the grounds, I am delighted to inform you that I am since recovered from the cooler weather and shall be back to the paths of the estate on my (until recent) usual walk. These walks seem to afford many ponderings and I enjoy them immensely.
Perhaps you should like to join me tomorrow...
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
January 13, 2010
Dearest Diary,
I spoke to you yesterday of the desire to find a husband. I apologize for making the situation sound so grave, for as it happens, I have been approached by two gentlemen in only the past week. The first was the one Mr. Adam that I wrote about a few days previous. And the second is an apparent acquaintance from childhood.
To claim that I never forget a face would be quite a falsehood for the truth is that I do not recollect this second gentleman at all. Not even in the very least. I am told we were schoolchildren together. I am told that I look no different than I did then. And I have not been told whether he believes that to be to my advantage or otherwise.
The cause for his correspondence mystifies me exceedingly, however. It seems as though he means to pay me a compliment, but I'm sorry to say that he does so rather poorly. I cannot fathom what sort of compliment begins with "I don't know if that's a compliment." And in the second place, why bother corresponding at all if it is not with the intent to revisit our childhood friendship, if it did in fact exist? Contrarily he is betrothed, as it were, to another maiden.
I find no disappointment in the matter, for I am flattered that he would think to write, and I have no recollection of ever meeting this man as a man or child. But I know nothing of how to respond.
Both letters - the one from Mr. Child and from Mr. Adam - have gone unanswered and are sitting exactly where I left them after perusing their contents. If you've any advice on the matter, do pipe in.
If not, I shall return to you tomorrow...
I spoke to you yesterday of the desire to find a husband. I apologize for making the situation sound so grave, for as it happens, I have been approached by two gentlemen in only the past week. The first was the one Mr. Adam that I wrote about a few days previous. And the second is an apparent acquaintance from childhood.
To claim that I never forget a face would be quite a falsehood for the truth is that I do not recollect this second gentleman at all. Not even in the very least. I am told we were schoolchildren together. I am told that I look no different than I did then. And I have not been told whether he believes that to be to my advantage or otherwise.
The cause for his correspondence mystifies me exceedingly, however. It seems as though he means to pay me a compliment, but I'm sorry to say that he does so rather poorly. I cannot fathom what sort of compliment begins with "I don't know if that's a compliment." And in the second place, why bother corresponding at all if it is not with the intent to revisit our childhood friendship, if it did in fact exist? Contrarily he is betrothed, as it were, to another maiden.
I find no disappointment in the matter, for I am flattered that he would think to write, and I have no recollection of ever meeting this man as a man or child. But I know nothing of how to respond.
Both letters - the one from Mr. Child and from Mr. Adam - have gone unanswered and are sitting exactly where I left them after perusing their contents. If you've any advice on the matter, do pipe in.
If not, I shall return to you tomorrow...
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
January 12, 2010
Dearest Diary,
I have already told you much about my anticipation of acquiring a new chaise for the sitting room, and today, my dear friend, I have acquired instead a settee. As well as a new voyeuse chair. My sitting room is becoming the centerpiece of society, I believe, and I shall very soon bring it upon myself to host a ball.
Before I wouldst name the date however, there are yet a few things to be considered. You are most privy to the secret of this correspondence and that is the eagerness to select for myself a husband. A ball would be a most delightful place to encounter such a relation-to-be. However, I know no one in the county who could quite fill this most respected "guest of honor" position.
I am certain that I have returned many times too oft to the kindness of a Mr. Radar, but I regret to declare that I have ceased to feel any affection beyond that of friendship with the gentleman. There are of course other gentlemen that I have spoken of from time to time, but none have proven worthy of such engagement. I know this county to be quite large and close in proximity to the next, so I do not expect to find myself able to avoid introductions for very long. However, it is not the introduction I wish to avoid. It is the lack thereof, I should like to do without.
Perhaps one might call tomorrow...
Monday, January 11, 2010
January 11, 2010
Dearest Diary,
Upon my return home this evening I was absurdly hounded by a fellow in an adjacent carriage. I have never understood this behavior, for I do not know what is my expected response. Am I to halt the horses and leap in excitement at the gentleman's glances? What dost encourage such a display? I do not wish to overexaggerate the circumstances for I suppose he did not speak or halt his own carriage, but the glancing and the waving and carrying on is just as ridiculous. Were it a gentleman I am acquainted with then of course a response would be required. In this instance, however, I simply remained in forward posture and maintained sight of the path ahead. (And of course occasionally waved and smiled back. I am not so above such attention).
Perhaps I could chance to encounter another such display on the morrow...
Upon my return home this evening I was absurdly hounded by a fellow in an adjacent carriage. I have never understood this behavior, for I do not know what is my expected response. Am I to halt the horses and leap in excitement at the gentleman's glances? What dost encourage such a display? I do not wish to overexaggerate the circumstances for I suppose he did not speak or halt his own carriage, but the glancing and the waving and carrying on is just as ridiculous. Were it a gentleman I am acquainted with then of course a response would be required. In this instance, however, I simply remained in forward posture and maintained sight of the path ahead. (And of course occasionally waved and smiled back. I am not so above such attention).
Perhaps I could chance to encounter another such display on the morrow...
Sunday, January 10, 2010
January 10, 2010
Dearest Diary,
The draftiness of the sitting room, I hope will be diminished at last by the promise of warmer days and the new drapes I was able to hang in the windows. Now that Father Christmas has come and gone, I have replaced such festive decoration with some new furnishings. I had promised I would soon afford a new chaise as the old is beginning to sink a bit. I should hope to acquire such a piece in the coming weeks.
This evening however 't would be best to forget such frivolity and focus on the days ahead. Tomorrow I start again as a Lecturer at the University. Although I quite enjoy the younger children, it is a nice contrast to instruct the elder. I shall have the fortune of seeing both tomorrow.
I was most looking forward to a visit with a young lady I had heard much about from the Misses Gilmore. It seems Miss Longstocking arrived in town a few days previous, but we had the opportunity to visit tonight. And though her accolades preceeded her, I found her to be most preposterous. I nearly sent her home early, but alas I remained hospitable until 't was time for her to retire. I believe she is hoped to be received by my mother and sister as well as another dear friend before she returns from whence she came. I confided to them of my disappointment.
I suppose they can formulate their own opinion of the girl. I shall think no more about it until tomorrow...
The draftiness of the sitting room, I hope will be diminished at last by the promise of warmer days and the new drapes I was able to hang in the windows. Now that Father Christmas has come and gone, I have replaced such festive decoration with some new furnishings. I had promised I would soon afford a new chaise as the old is beginning to sink a bit. I should hope to acquire such a piece in the coming weeks.
This evening however 't would be best to forget such frivolity and focus on the days ahead. Tomorrow I start again as a Lecturer at the University. Although I quite enjoy the younger children, it is a nice contrast to instruct the elder. I shall have the fortune of seeing both tomorrow.
I was most looking forward to a visit with a young lady I had heard much about from the Misses Gilmore. It seems Miss Longstocking arrived in town a few days previous, but we had the opportunity to visit tonight. And though her accolades preceeded her, I found her to be most preposterous. I nearly sent her home early, but alas I remained hospitable until 't was time for her to retire. I believe she is hoped to be received by my mother and sister as well as another dear friend before she returns from whence she came. I confided to them of my disappointment.
I suppose they can formulate their own opinion of the girl. I shall think no more about it until tomorrow...
Saturday, January 9, 2010
January 9, 2010
Dearest Diary,
After breakfast this morning I took my phaeton and ponies into the marketplace to purchase a present for my saintly mother in honor of her birthday. There was a particular merchant that I visited that I have since decided I should like to return to quite often. The gentleman's name, I believe was Ross. Apparently he is not only a tailor but also peddles curtains and furniture and shoes. If he knew much of hats and bonnets, I would consider him my best friend. But Mr. Ross certainly helped outfit me for the celebration this evening. And I may in fact pay him another visit on the morrow.
Meanwhile, I then spent the afternoon at my Father's estate and of course, dining out. We were quite a large party though and most inns had trouble finding space for us. We did manage to find, however, a cozy eaterie that made delectable steaks. Again I attended the Sunday services a day early, but was not met with any former criminals on this occasion. Still, many an eligible bachelor did also attend.
As for the lateness of hour, I suppose it's time I away to my quarters for the evening. I shall speak to you again on the morrow...
After breakfast this morning I took my phaeton and ponies into the marketplace to purchase a present for my saintly mother in honor of her birthday. There was a particular merchant that I visited that I have since decided I should like to return to quite often. The gentleman's name, I believe was Ross. Apparently he is not only a tailor but also peddles curtains and furniture and shoes. If he knew much of hats and bonnets, I would consider him my best friend. But Mr. Ross certainly helped outfit me for the celebration this evening. And I may in fact pay him another visit on the morrow.
Meanwhile, I then spent the afternoon at my Father's estate and of course, dining out. We were quite a large party though and most inns had trouble finding space for us. We did manage to find, however, a cozy eaterie that made delectable steaks. Again I attended the Sunday services a day early, but was not met with any former criminals on this occasion. Still, many an eligible bachelor did also attend.
As for the lateness of hour, I suppose it's time I away to my quarters for the evening. I shall speak to you again on the morrow...
Friday, January 8, 2010
January 8, 2010
Dearest Diary,
There is much bustle about the county this evening. It has been rumoured that we are to have a smattering of snow about overnight. Should such a thing occur, it would be the first of such events in the length of time that I have lived here. We are said to be one of the warmer climates in the country. However, I do not begrudge such a display from the clouds. I should rather think it delightful.
And among rare occurences tonight, I attended the theatre. Although there is an Opera that is to arrive tomorrow, I was not so fortunate this evening. Tonight's story was of lesser attendance and involved a young lady on holiday in Ireland. She, in an unusual sort of role, was seeking out a gentleman she had long had designs upon and was to ask for his hand in marriage. Most of us in attendance thought the idea to be vulgar and ridiculous, but fortunately, she was instead taken aback by the gentleman who guided her carriage on the long journey. I think it is to be presented again, so I shall not remit to you the final scene, should you decide to attend during its stay. Be satisfied that I found it a most charming story.
But I wonder, with such endeavor at equality some young ladies are eager to be, is it appropriate for a woman of some propriety to offer such arrangements? I'm afraid I find it a difficult responsibility to assume. I believe I would not.
Before the curtain, however, I was heartily amused when a latecomer begged forgiveness for being required to squeeze past us to arrive at her box, but paused to compliment me on my gloves. Although I would normally find it inexcusable to arrive with such tardiness, I couldn't help but forgive her after her gracious compliment.
As for the weather, we shall have to wait for the result tomorrow...
There is much bustle about the county this evening. It has been rumoured that we are to have a smattering of snow about overnight. Should such a thing occur, it would be the first of such events in the length of time that I have lived here. We are said to be one of the warmer climates in the country. However, I do not begrudge such a display from the clouds. I should rather think it delightful.
And among rare occurences tonight, I attended the theatre. Although there is an Opera that is to arrive tomorrow, I was not so fortunate this evening. Tonight's story was of lesser attendance and involved a young lady on holiday in Ireland. She, in an unusual sort of role, was seeking out a gentleman she had long had designs upon and was to ask for his hand in marriage. Most of us in attendance thought the idea to be vulgar and ridiculous, but fortunately, she was instead taken aback by the gentleman who guided her carriage on the long journey. I think it is to be presented again, so I shall not remit to you the final scene, should you decide to attend during its stay. Be satisfied that I found it a most charming story.
But I wonder, with such endeavor at equality some young ladies are eager to be, is it appropriate for a woman of some propriety to offer such arrangements? I'm afraid I find it a difficult responsibility to assume. I believe I would not.
Before the curtain, however, I was heartily amused when a latecomer begged forgiveness for being required to squeeze past us to arrive at her box, but paused to compliment me on my gloves. Although I would normally find it inexcusable to arrive with such tardiness, I couldn't help but forgive her after her gracious compliment.
As for the weather, we shall have to wait for the result tomorrow...
Thursday, January 7, 2010
January 7, 2010
Dearest Diary,
At first awakening today, I was met with a delivery by post from a gentleman I have never met. Despite its nature for being untoward, I was immediately intrigued by its content. At the recommendation of a friend, I attended a small gathering on the grounds of a local park. "Attended" is perhaps not the appropriate word, for I did little more than inquire about the meeting and of those in attendance. I know very little of the proprietors. This morning, however, just after dawn, this letter arrived from a gentleman who attends quite without fail. I barely had time to read the letter before finding it necessary to away to the schoolhouse where I might be of some use to the children. Upon my way, however, I found myself proving once again the words of a one Mr. Darcy who spake that "a lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment." No more had I heard of Mr. Adam, but I began to combine my Christian name with the name of the gentleman whom I have never laid eyes upon. This gentleman required my company for a spot of tea.
Do not fear, however, I have since regained control of my faculties. I shall indeed tell the gentleman no, as I wonder how he would have any inclination about my character or what might fascinate him so.
On the contrary, as I write these words, I am reminded of another confidante who boldly advises that a lady ought to be encouraged to find herself on the arm of a gentleman at such social engagements. And not just one, but many (mind you, not simultaneously), as she advances in her maidenhood. Such social engagements however with a gentleman with whom I've never been introduced, might require a chaperone.
I shall consider it further on the morrow...
At first awakening today, I was met with a delivery by post from a gentleman I have never met. Despite its nature for being untoward, I was immediately intrigued by its content. At the recommendation of a friend, I attended a small gathering on the grounds of a local park. "Attended" is perhaps not the appropriate word, for I did little more than inquire about the meeting and of those in attendance. I know very little of the proprietors. This morning, however, just after dawn, this letter arrived from a gentleman who attends quite without fail. I barely had time to read the letter before finding it necessary to away to the schoolhouse where I might be of some use to the children. Upon my way, however, I found myself proving once again the words of a one Mr. Darcy who spake that "a lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment." No more had I heard of Mr. Adam, but I began to combine my Christian name with the name of the gentleman whom I have never laid eyes upon. This gentleman required my company for a spot of tea.
Do not fear, however, I have since regained control of my faculties. I shall indeed tell the gentleman no, as I wonder how he would have any inclination about my character or what might fascinate him so.
On the contrary, as I write these words, I am reminded of another confidante who boldly advises that a lady ought to be encouraged to find herself on the arm of a gentleman at such social engagements. And not just one, but many (mind you, not simultaneously), as she advances in her maidenhood. Such social engagements however with a gentleman with whom I've never been introduced, might require a chaperone.
I shall consider it further on the morrow...
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
January 6, 2010
Dearest Diary,
I had made a pact with a dear friend that we might make every effort to be out amongst society in the coming months. We were to notify one another of any gatherings or balls to be held that the other might attend. And while neither of us has let the other down in suggesting occasions, I have been distraught that I simply don't know who might be hosting a ball. I have on occasion visited the extravagant events held at the local university from time to time, but it is a rather new form of dance that I'm afraid I'm not very good at. And the carriage ride there is quite long. I do have a cousin in a rather distant part of the country that I have oft been invited to visit and the journey seems a pleasant one. There is much scenery to partake of and I am assured I could convince my sister to travel with me. I am not opposed to such a journey, but it is of little consequence as it does not improve my social standing at home. The time away might serve as refreshment, however.
All is not lost, I must recount. For I was reminded today by a certain student of the imaginative mind of a child and also of the quizzical mind of a gentleman. Living where we do, it is customary to have the occasional rainshower or thunderstorm. This particular child inquired as to whether or not I should enjoy such a storm, to which I responded that I do not. She, apparently in full agreement with the sentiment, then confided that her father does in fact enjoy such storms, and added the comment, "But you know how men are." This, from a girl not 8 years of age. Am I mistaken or do we baffle at the minds of men earlier than we realize?
Nevertheless, I shall re-commence my search for a ball tomorrow...
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
January 5, 2010
Dearest Diary,
I dare say that the evening leaves me quite exhausted. I have done little since arriving back at the estate, but read and shiver. The winter air's cool has extended to the sitting room, where for lack of a fireplace, I have been unable to get such a fire going. I suspect that is fortunate, however my extremities are turning a pallid shade of blue. I had taken to relocating to this shire in order that the frigid climate would not so much as even take a respite visit here, but I'm afraid the past few evenings have felt like a fortnight of cold. Rather like that of an unwanted cousin or other relative. I fear the thought of catching cold or something perhaps even more violent.
I am sure that if such were the case, the prospect of taking leave of home in order to mingle among stately gentlemen would be all but impossible. Nevertheless, my spirits were lifted at the surprise visit of my mother and sister and a gift of a blue woven sweater. It will look splendid with the new shade in my fingers and toes.
At least it should provide another shield against the increasingly declining temperatures tomorrow...
I dare say that the evening leaves me quite exhausted. I have done little since arriving back at the estate, but read and shiver. The winter air's cool has extended to the sitting room, where for lack of a fireplace, I have been unable to get such a fire going. I suspect that is fortunate, however my extremities are turning a pallid shade of blue. I had taken to relocating to this shire in order that the frigid climate would not so much as even take a respite visit here, but I'm afraid the past few evenings have felt like a fortnight of cold. Rather like that of an unwanted cousin or other relative. I fear the thought of catching cold or something perhaps even more violent.
I am sure that if such were the case, the prospect of taking leave of home in order to mingle among stately gentlemen would be all but impossible. Nevertheless, my spirits were lifted at the surprise visit of my mother and sister and a gift of a blue woven sweater. It will look splendid with the new shade in my fingers and toes.
At least it should provide another shield against the increasingly declining temperatures tomorrow...
Monday, January 4, 2010
January 4, 2010
Dearest Diary,
Our first day of the winter lessons is at its end and we are nearing the second. Before I to bed for the evening, a thought had struck me of a word Miss Austen had spoken to me some time ago. According to the authoress, it is said that in nine cases out of ten, a woman ought to shew more affection than she feels. I find this to be a curious statistic, as I often feel I can do no more. Is it not enough that one might drop a kerchief or bat an eye, but must we also feign a case of the vapors as well? If a gentleman so much as asks to share a courtly dance, we are not to consider it of any significance to him. But we are imposed upon to make a display, so that it is not only apparent to the gentleman in question, but also in fact to every other creature in existence. Is this not unfair to our sense of being?
I suppose it is just the way of going about such a courtship. But it is of little comfort to me, I assure. Nevertheless, if such a gentleman should cross my path in the days to come, I shall extend a great deal more effort lest he pass by without understanding. Perhaps on the weekend? Or even tomorrow...
Our first day of the winter lessons is at its end and we are nearing the second. Before I to bed for the evening, a thought had struck me of a word Miss Austen had spoken to me some time ago. According to the authoress, it is said that in nine cases out of ten, a woman ought to shew more affection than she feels. I find this to be a curious statistic, as I often feel I can do no more. Is it not enough that one might drop a kerchief or bat an eye, but must we also feign a case of the vapors as well? If a gentleman so much as asks to share a courtly dance, we are not to consider it of any significance to him. But we are imposed upon to make a display, so that it is not only apparent to the gentleman in question, but also in fact to every other creature in existence. Is this not unfair to our sense of being?
I suppose it is just the way of going about such a courtship. But it is of little comfort to me, I assure. Nevertheless, if such a gentleman should cross my path in the days to come, I shall extend a great deal more effort lest he pass by without understanding. Perhaps on the weekend? Or even tomorrow...
Sunday, January 3, 2010
January 3, 2010
Dearest Diary,
Tomorrow I return to the schoolchildren and begin our winter lessons. It will be nice to get back to such a routine. But I have enjoyed my time on holiday. I again today made my rounds in the grounds of the Grenada estate and considered whether I might go for a ride on horseback. I usually prefer the horseless horse variety.
I have started reading from a new author from Italy. He was the gentleman I told you of yesterday. The criminal turned good. I must say I have found it a fascinating tale. And he did send notice via the courier today expressing his interest in becoming better acquainted. It makes me wonder, however, how close is too close to become acquainted with such a well-known criminal.
He is not one I would consider an eligible bachelor, but it does lead one to wonder why such power can be found so appealing to the gentler sex. I am certainly intrigued by such command, and wonder whether I might enjoy the company of a duke or lord better than one's average parishioner.
Perhaps it's something to ponder tomorrow...
Tomorrow I return to the schoolchildren and begin our winter lessons. It will be nice to get back to such a routine. But I have enjoyed my time on holiday. I again today made my rounds in the grounds of the Grenada estate and considered whether I might go for a ride on horseback. I usually prefer the horseless horse variety.
I have started reading from a new author from Italy. He was the gentleman I told you of yesterday. The criminal turned good. I must say I have found it a fascinating tale. And he did send notice via the courier today expressing his interest in becoming better acquainted. It makes me wonder, however, how close is too close to become acquainted with such a well-known criminal.
He is not one I would consider an eligible bachelor, but it does lead one to wonder why such power can be found so appealing to the gentler sex. I am certainly intrigued by such command, and wonder whether I might enjoy the company of a duke or lord better than one's average parishioner.
Perhaps it's something to ponder tomorrow...
Saturday, January 2, 2010
January 2, 2010
Dearest Diary,
There was much to anticipate today. While I would normally attend services on the morrow in the company of Mother and Father, I instead attended such a service this evening with a most dear friend, as we were eager to hear the stories of a former criminal who has in fact changed his course of life for the better. My friend and I were not disappointed in our hope to be quite amused.
Following his sermon, we were introduced to the gentleman and were invited to keep in touch through a courier by the name of Twitter. My friend is not typically one to pursue such correspondence, but I shall indeed accept his offer. I found his story quite engaging and astounding.
As for my recreation, today, I was able to spend another afternoon engaged in the comfort and scenery of the gardens. Again, I had required the company of my faithful hound, and I'm sure she was delighted to join me in such exercise. However, she has spent the chief of the afternoon in such a drowsy state that it's possible that she requires a bit more exercise as of late. I would not like to think I have put her in a lazy attitude in her older age. The canine breed ought to be more agile I should think.
Apart from the stories that were told at the services this evening, I was delighted to find once again that there seemed to be many a young man who arrived unaccompanied to the services, even in fact on a Saturday evening. One would hope that there are eligible gentlemen in a community that would attend the services alone, but I am impressed that they would do so on such an evening.
This means however, that there will be little hope of such a gathering unless I chance to repeat it tomorrow...
Friday, January 1, 2010
January 1, 2010
Dearest Diary,
I have at present become modestly drowsy after taking such a turn about the gardens. My afternoon recreation was more than I have endeavored to achieve for more than a few fortnights. But I have resolved to travel an unseemly distance in the coming year. And today, I have taken my first step.
This is imperative because as I advance on in years, it is becoming apparent that the gentlemen who find my favour are becoming more eager for the favour of the misses quite my junior. If I should wish to capture their attention, I must take care to concern myself with my figure.
As I can no more so afford a cook, as I can ride a horse, I am resigned to do my own preparations for tea in the days to come. This requires that today's journeys should involve a trip to the marketplace where a girl of marrying age, like myself, might hope to bump into a gentleman of similar fortitude.
If not today, then perhaps tomorrow...
I have at present become modestly drowsy after taking such a turn about the gardens. My afternoon recreation was more than I have endeavored to achieve for more than a few fortnights. But I have resolved to travel an unseemly distance in the coming year. And today, I have taken my first step.
This is imperative because as I advance on in years, it is becoming apparent that the gentlemen who find my favour are becoming more eager for the favour of the misses quite my junior. If I should wish to capture their attention, I must take care to concern myself with my figure.
As I can no more so afford a cook, as I can ride a horse, I am resigned to do my own preparations for tea in the days to come. This requires that today's journeys should involve a trip to the marketplace where a girl of marrying age, like myself, might hope to bump into a gentleman of similar fortitude.
If not today, then perhaps tomorrow...
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