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...
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