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...
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