5 May

Today dear Miss Prism allowed another attempt at a picnic on the hill. I found the wildflowers charming, though they made my dear governess a little sniffly and twitchy. I told her she is my only girlfriend in the whole world, and she talked about Ernest the entire afternoon! She owned she is very worried about poor Uncle jack in regards to Ernest—mostly worried about his social position, since Ernest is *continually besmirching* the Worthing name. And she fears that dear Uncle Jack must be under quite a *strain* from being obliged to frequent places of *ill-repute*. I would like to visit some places of ill-repute. I would like to visit a place of *any* repute.