Dearest Diary,
This evening I write to you from the coastal regions. I journeyed here to call upon the eldest Miss Lindsay for a short respite from the lessons. We have dined out and attended the theatre as well as visited the many shoppes that are within a short carriage ride from her cottage.
I have again been absent from you a fortnight and I pray you pardon me for such behaviour. I am unaccustomed to the portion of my day that is occupied with music lessons and maths. Although it can be enriching, it can also be quite tiresome. We have a collection of chamber ensembles that are full of young musicians, eager to play the proficient. They have been invited to play at a masquerade in two months' time. I am eager to present them to the the guests.
As for gentleman callers there are few but perhaps one or two of significance. I have been betrothed in heart to many a bachelor throughout my maiden hood, not the least of which was the baritone, Mr. Crosby, or my elder Mr. Willis whom I had the good fortune to entertain this afternoon. However these gentlemen are not the sort to which I am truly devoted, and a young Mr. Russ has boasted of my affection recently. There is even proposed another acquaintance to which I might be introduced, but neither is of any true consequence at present. I continue to find myself amused by the exchange of letters with Mr. Woodston, but I find that he too is often absent from thought. Perhaps on the day's journey, there will be time for my thoughts to dwell upon such as these. I shall depart on the morrow.
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