28 April

Uncle Jack has gone away again. He has ever so much planning to do for the charity ball, which is to occur on 15 May. I have been obliged to give up my idea of having a masquerade. Uncle Jack is hearing nothing of it, and Miss Prism says masquerades are positively indecent. Ernest writes that he is very much disappointed, as he had *so* hoped to sneak in disguised and spirit me away with him. Oh, when shall we ever be together? I despair!