1 April

Lovely letter from Ernest in this morning's post. He says London has lost all its glamour to him because I am not there. He says his life has become *most* dull and dreary ever since he met me and that he hopes soon he will *actually* meet me. He says the circus is coming to town and that there are all sorts of charming plays at all the theatres. Oh *why* must I be confined to the country? I *must* run away to the city and be with my Ernest!