Miss O'Vile and Hon. Daniel Baker-Rigby
Friday, 10 November 1809
'Twas early this morning I came back to Ufton Court with Hon. Daniel Baker-Rigby. I loved him more than a friend, yet he was satisfied with that. I do not want Miss O' Vile and Daniel to disappoint me if they knew I broke her heart. If there are rumours about my affair with her uncle, Miss O'Vile would be vexed, and they will leave me in disappointment. Thus, I would be fine, but distressed.
I told Daniel to take care of Miss O'Vile when I was away from them. I introduced Daniel to her, and we talked about our friendship when we were studying in Trinity College, Cambridge. Elinor told us she was educated by a governess, along with their sister Miss Abigail O'Vile. Her governess taught them to speak English, French, Italian, Irish Gaelic, Greek and Turkish. Their mother Lady O'Vile had Turkish and Italian origin.
I learned English, French, Dutch, Scottish Gaelic, Spanish, Portuguese, Italian, Latin, Greek, and Cyrillic; 'twas all I remembered. I only learned four or five of these languages fluently, mostly English and French.
Daniel learned English, French, Spanish, Hindu, Tamil, and Yiddish. His father is Jewish with Roma origin (Daniel' Grandmother Victorina came from the Philippine Islands), while his mother is Tamil.
Our conversation was interrupted by Oliver; he apologised to me, and he learnt 'twas an improper behaviour for a boy to call a stranger as his mother.
"Uncle Seamus ne'er told me to call someone as their mother unless they are married to Papa."
"And doth Papa love you like… how he loved mother, Lord Mousehole?"
"Nay, naught to say about it." I denied.
'Twas embarrassing, Oliver should not have said that to me with Elinor in the drawing room—she was not pleased with it.
Dreaming of a Marriage
Tuesday, 14 November 1809
‘Till we do apart upon death, I dreamt walking an aisle with Uncle Charles. Alas! ‘Twas Gilbert whom I marry, neither of my parents should accept him as his bride. I cannot stop thinking it was an eloped marriage, like him and Peggy.
I am still trapped with
this man for eternity, like a marriage. If my mother was there, she should
annul the marriage, thus making it null.
Strange Behaviour of a Man
Thursday, 23 November 1809
I had been visiting Miss O’Vile again, but ‘tis something strange to the man I loved. I ne’er noticed he was interacting with the deceased. I overheard the argument between Gilbert and his grandfather, late-Sir Edward O’Vile, Bart.
Sir Edward wanted me dead and used my soul for immortality. Thankfully, Gilbert disagreed with Sir Edward; he wanted to spare me ‘till death. I may forgive him for sparing me from murder.
I had been wondering if he sensed his deceased wife Peggy or ignored her. I kept on seeing her every night when I was in Lancashire with Gilbert. His wife was deceased for four years, yet he forbade me to visit her grave unless ‘twas Oliver.
Sensing the undead was
inherited uncommonly—we only can sense them upon hearing and seeing. I
inherited it from my maternal grandfather, who tried to track Aunt Agnes, who
disappeared for nearly two decades, but ne'er to be found.