10 March

At last, I have engaged dear Miss Prism in a *really* long conversation about my Ernest. Of course I *dared* not inform her of our impending marriage—I merely asked her to explain his nature to me so I could avoid those pitfalls myself. Miss Prism is not sure whether cousin Ernest was born evil or whether it is simply a result of a corrupting atmosphere. Ordinarily, she says, she would be inclined to place the blame upon poor parenting, but since dear Uncle Jack also had no parents, one is hardly inclined to believe that idea at all. More tomorrow.