4 April

Ernest has written me the most stimulating letter! He says the air positively *sizzles* with the name of *Cecily*! I very nearly *fainted* when I read that! My knees were entirely a-quiver.

Miss Prism refused to allow me to shorten my lessons today. She says that what I sew, so shall I reap. I don't even like to sew. It doesn't seem a proper thing for a lady. And I certainly do not intend ever to "reap."

28 March

Ernest and I have *so* much catching up to do, I despair of ever succeeding. We have lost so very much time in this past week. I have missed so much of his life—I just don't know whether we will *ever* catch up.

Geography today with Miss Prism. I wonder what her first name is. Francine has been dismissed after I told Uncle Jack that it was she who had upset me. Naturally, her sister went with her.

Charming weather.

17 February

Whatever can Ernest be up to now? Uncle Jack gone suddenly and *quite* early this morning. He is certainly gone after my Ernest (oh, how I love that name. Mrs. Ernest Worthing) again. What an impossibly naughty boy he must be! What *is* his particular vice, I wonder? Ernest himself has so far been quite secretive about the matter and of course Uncle Jack is of no help at all! Miss Prism tight-lipped in anything concerning Ernest but interested nonetheless I do believe.

8 February

Uncle Jack's brother is called Ernest! What a perfectly divine name!
Mr. Ernest Worthing
Mrs. Ernest Worthing
Lady Cecily Worthing
Mr. and Mrs. Ernest M. Worthing
Mrs. Ernest Worthing
Mrs. Ernest M. Worthing
Ernest Worthing and the former Miss Cecily Cardew, his lovely wife.
Mrs. Ernest Worthing, nee Cecily Cardew, was spotted at the ball, wearing a splendid gown of pink and white silk toile, accompanied with an ermine stole.
Mrs. Ernest Worthing, Esq.
Mr. and Mrs. Ernest M. Worthing
I do hope he doesn't go by the name of Ernie!

7 January

We are having rains of *absolutely Biblical* proportions! I fear I shall never see my darling Peter again! I know that despair is meant to be a sin, but really it must be the most delightful sin of them all! Peter has no doubt been *prevented* from sending me a note. Poor boy. I hope he will live. I *do* love his *name.* I think Peter must be the most charming name a man could ever have. Stately yet approachable. There is something in that name that seems to inspire absolute devotion. It has such music to it. Anyone would have to admit Peter is a name which absolutely thrills!