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...
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