8 January

At last the rains have gone. But I was prevented from having a real meeting with my dear Peter due to a cough on the part of Miss Prism. That is to say, Peter and I had met, at last, by the garden gate, and I am sure he was just going to kiss me, when up walked Miss Prism from heaven only knows where! It certainly can't be proper for a governess to go about spying on a poor girl and her love—one will never obtain a decent proposal. I shall be obliged to speak to her about this matter at once.