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...
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