Mr. Lowe arrived quite early this morning with the necessary flooring for my new estate. It appeared that he was a bachelor and immediately commenced conversation with me over my upbringing and taste for the southern provinces. He too spent his childhood in the north and expressed a preference for the climates of our youth. I must admit to you, dear Diary, that I was quite taken with him. He has very handsome features and was brought up in the Christian way. I was beginning to feel quite partial to him and his garrulous nature until he happened to mention his betrothed.
His betrothed? For Heaven's sake the gentleman even dared invite me to tea before continuing with the task at hand! While I truly wished to join him at the initial offer, I declined at the revelation of his engaged. It would simply not have been appropriate.
Far be it from me to treat each encounter with a gentleman as though it might be more, but I dare say that Mr. Lowe gave every indication of his amounting affection and I felt the same.
Nevertheless, dear Diary, Ashford is all the better for our acquaintance, however short it might have been. It is now that the furnishings may begin to arrive and I suspect that beyond the dining table that was delivered this evening, the rest shall follow as early as tomorrow!
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