Dearest Diary,
It seems for a month or so our conversations have been wavering between misery and elation. Tonight's is the kind filled with Happiness. It is always pleasing to spend the evening in the company of friends. But to also be approached, though rather improper and untoward, by a Moroccan dignitary enchanted by my smile adds a hint of flattery to the evening. The conversation with the gentleman was not easy as it was marred by language difficulties and awkward pauses, but the tea, I'm told is of the finest in the area. Would that I liked tea, or more than the smile of the gentleman across from whom I sat. Although from a distance, such a smile brought a certain light to my disposition, from closer up, he was not as handsome as one might otherwise find him. He boasted on his lightness of foot when it came to the courtly dances and begged that we might return on an evening when there was to be a ball. My friend and I politely excused ourselves and continued to the theatre where we observed again a delightful tale of Nottingham and King Richard.
After such an afternoon, I am ready to retire for the evening. Lady Pigeon has an overdue appointment in the morning...
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