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...
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