The snow has finally cleared and today Uncle Jack has departed for London. He said he was sorry to leave us. Uncle Jack is a frightfully bad liar. Even he must enjoy my dear Earnest’s company, who could dislike being around such an interesting man. A wicked person has an allure, even the purest hearts are drawn towards it. I once again asked if I could accompany him to London, he said no, and brought me a new pair of gloves. They are the prettiest gloves ever to be seen in Hertfordshire. However I do suspect Earnest asked about me to Uncle Jack, and now he, Uncle Jack, is against our love. Oh jealousy really is a repugnant colour. If we are not star crossed lovers I have absolutely no idea what is. Miss Prism has a cold and is therefore utterly unbearable. I shall visit her on Tuesday. I am particularly delightful on Tuesdays. My hair has grown over the holiday which is pleasing. I just have this feeling that Earnest will like me better with longer hair. I have thought of Earnest only once today. Not because my affections are waning, but because that one thought of him has been with me the entire day. I must be in love with him. When one thinks about another person the whole day, and can only eat one small cake, they are usually in love. I wonder if Uncle Jack has mentioned me to Earnest this afternoon. I hope Earnest thinks of me often, and can only eat one small meal a day because of it.
Miss Prism is still unwell, which pleases me. Not because I wish her ill, but because my heart and mind can be free from distractions. Like German and politics. I don’t care much for German, because not only is it not “at all a becoming language. I know perfectly well that I look quite plain after my German lesson” (Wordsworth Classics, 2000, p.382). News have arrived that uncle Jack will return for a visit on Friday. I hope he will have talk of Earnest and his terrible ways. When he finally asks me to marry him, I will say, yes, naturally. Then I...