31 March

Miss Prism assures me that dear Uncle Jack is not any kind of agent at all, not even a secret agent. She says that my dear guardian in fact is obliged to do business in London at times and that he certainly would never lie to me, as he is a gentleman of the highest integrity, unlike that dissolute young man, his brother, and that if Uncle Jack occasionally goes to dinner parties, he certainly deserves the moment's relaxation after all his hard work guarding the honor of his name from the ravages wreaked by young Ernest's hand.

I would like to be ravaged by young Ernest's hand.