5 January

Terrible storm. Miss Prism still indisposed and my dear guardian still away. I do wish I knew where, at least, he is. He usedn't to go away at all when dear grandpapa (may he rest in peace) was alive. At least, when he went away, we went away together to one of grandfather's (rest in peace) other residences. Oh, how I miss the Highlands! When Peter and I elope, we shall go to the Highlands, most definitely. Of course, everyone there speaks the most appalling (sp?) language, but *we* shall not care. We are in love.