Dearest Diary,
The American seems to be back in town for the annual foxhunt and I truly enjoyed his company tonight. He had with him some new acquaintances and I delighted more in them than I could have predicted. Mr. Tyler, especially, was good-natured and affable. He is an adequate student of the musical arts and an excellent addition to the evening as it was otherwise planned.
A favourite confidante who goes by the name of Crosby was also in attendance for dinner this evening and I delighted in his affinity for cricket. He seems to have a talent for it, but his passion I fear exceeds such talent. Nevertheless when delighting his company with an aria or favourite hymn, he cannot fail. And do you know that I learned something new about this particular gentleman? At present however, I cannot recollect what such a discovery was. I suppose I shall have to inform you on the matter on a later date. For now, I must retire until tomorrow...
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