17 February

Whatever can Ernest be up to now? Uncle Jack gone suddenly and *quite* early this morning. He is certainly gone after my Ernest (oh, how I love that name. Mrs. Ernest Worthing) again. What an impossibly naughty boy he must be! What *is* his particular vice, I wonder? Ernest himself has so far been quite secretive about the matter and of course Uncle Jack is of no help at all! Miss Prism tight-lipped in anything concerning Ernest but interested nonetheless I do believe.