Friday, 06 October—For Sickness and Health

Despite his yearning to return to Venice, Gilbert was concerned upon a sickness I struck, as he believed that it was a curse inflicted upon the demise of his poor wife. For sickness and good health, he chose to stay with me hither than staying alone in Venice without a muse. Gilbert bestowed me a kiss before leaving Bloodham for a visit with Mother. I was left to be taken care of by Misses Collins and O’Connor.

It was never much for staying on the bed as it was best for my health. Miss Collins served me tea and soup to ease the sickness; yet brought books from the library. Some of these were Gothic pieces that vexxed upon my sensible senses. The other was a journal about ghosts and deceased souls, written by Marquis of Stratsburry, our distant yet common ancestor. On his every arrival, Miss Collins would quickly hide these books under the bed as she seemed feared unto her master. As much as I adored and awed these Gothic books, they are either owned by Gilbert or his own wife since she named her beloved cockatoo after Camilla.

Tuesday, 10 October—Call from a Ghost

A flock of church owls flocked over the garden, signaling presence of the poor pale ghost as she entered my bedroom. Unbeknownst to her presence, Miss Collins warned me about the arrival of church owls since her master would avoid them since these owls warned an unfortunate weather or occurrence. My first sight of a poor ghost occurred on the first day of my stay hither as I saw her, standing in front of me before I could sleep, without the presence of a single tall golden owl. She never talked every time I saw her till she told me that she was a lost daughter of a laird, and a relative of the Hamilton clan, for I know that she might be a distant or close cousin of mine; but alas, I cannot bear such terrific truth for I could bear a good lie; for the sake I must not leave him as he mourned his own dearly departed wife that he mustn't ignore. If I could unveil such sublime truth about the pale ghost in Bloodham, I would have been a skeptic about Miss Collins's features as her face reminds me of her master and his own wife, which I could suspect as a by-blow.

Thursday, 13 October—A Ringed Owl

A familiar church owl returned as she landed outside the window; with her black eyes resembled a ghost, opposed to her golden and tawny feathers and her purely fair heart shaped face; the brass ringed owl screeched towards me in the morning before breakfast; yet I never saw a sight of a ghost of Margaret Lennox. ‘Shoo Cecilia, Shoo!’ Miss Collins tried to ward off Cecilia away from the window; yet she remained hither as it stared at me till she flew away from the window by past nine o’clock when she brought me breakfast whilst checking my poor ill health; Miss Collins offered me collection of novels (which most of them were written by Ms Frances Burney) from the library before I was woken by silly Cecilia. Gilbert arrived hither after I finished my breakfast; yet Miss Collins rushed to hide these books except for Cecilia (literally not the owl I saw) as I continued to read before my departure from Bloodham.

Tuesday, 17 October—Alas, A Recovery

It took a fortnight to be recovered from such illness; but alas, I never knew Gilbert would allow me to return with my mother since he never want his poor miserable thing to be miserable. I needed permission from Uncle Charles to exchange letters and poems for him; so he allowed Gilbert to exchange letters to Penworth, yet he would stay in Berkshire; but I was promised to never tell Elinor about this situation since I never ought for her and her family to disappoint me for such a forbidden affair. My sickness forbade us to journey to Venice as he planned us to go someday in this month yet delayed. He and his dear servants in Bloodham took care of me for two weeks, even he was away for a reasonable event. Within the fortnight, Gilbert sent a letter to Mother when I was contracted with a common illness, thankfully, not a venereal disease from my previous romantic infatuation and affairs in Trinity. She wished her dear son for good health as she kept praying until Gilbert announced that I should be returning to Penworth.

Friday, 20 October—A Farewell to Benjamin

Several days after my recovery, Gilbert, Mother and I decided to stay in Stratsberry to see Benjamin. Today, I bade a farewell to my dear friend Benny for I bestowed my dear friend for such good health from sickness as they are common upon these bane wars. I forbade myself joining the Army, the Navy and the Marines for my dear Father’s advice, to prevent losing his beloved son, an heir and a burden for his father and uncle since Uncle Charles and Aunt Georgiana could not bear any sons as Aunt Gerogiana reached the barren age. He would bestow me a potential wife to bear children as I come to the age of one-and-twenty. I agreed with his choice since war terrified me upon risking my own mortality as I chose to study in Trinity to follow the wishes of Uncle Charles till I chose to leave thither, to be taken care by my poor yet my dearly beloved Gilbert.

Tuesday, 29 October—A Beloved Letter from Gilbert

25 October—For My Dearly Beloved, 

I never felt love between a dramatist and his dear muse since my dear Peggy departed. Shall I call you Psyche for your beauty, or rather Ganymede, the handsomest amongst the mere mortals? I cannot call you my dear Proserpine since it was taken by my dear Peggy as her beauty reminds me of spring yet her humour was quite dreaded for me to understand. My love, we are meant for an eternal marriage till death. I’ve spoiled you gifts before my patrons adored you. I was tempted by such lust for your beauty. Please never send this to my niece nor anyone in my brother's family. 

Your dearest,

Gilbert O'Vile

One of my commands for my dear servants is not to open any letters written by Mr Gilbert O’Vile. For any means, these letters shall remain unopened since those love letters written between both men, expressing their very own desires as a man. Most letters sent by Gilbert were written with lemon ink as they remained invisible until these writings were only revealed nearby the fire as I used candlesticks to unveil them. This letter was short, yet one of those examples.