July 12th 1853
I have woken up with the severest of headaches, brought on I should imagine by the dull prattle Mrs Cornbench employs to entertain her husband. I do not feel well enough to spend half a day in a carriage but I can not countenance another night in this house and must return to London to make sure Villiers is still a member of my staff. I shall take a walk around the upper lawn before breakfast to shake my poor head.
The events of yesterday hang heavy on me this morning, I find. Jennet’s happiness was indeed a thing to behold. I confess to being envious of his joyful expectations and can only assume that I have become a little bored with my own life. I shall go and see Boo the moment I set foot down from my journey – she is the only person who will understand how I feel.