Friday, 10 November—Miss O'Vile and Hon. Daniel Baker-Rigby

I returned to Edgemont with my dearest friend Daniel as my dearest companion as I announced my leave from Trinity; for which I told him not to tell Elinor about the horrid news. I was concerned upon Elinor and Daniel since I feared the thoughts of her disappointment that they might have acknowledge such false rumours about her uncle. I told Daniel to take care of my friend Elinor when I was away from her before I introduced her to him when we talked about our friendship in Trinity.

Elinor was educated by her governess Ms MacKenzie, along with their sister, Miss Abigail O'Vile. Her governess taught them: English, French, Italian, Irish, Greek and Turkish; yet I was learned English, French, Dutch, German, Spanish, Portuguese, Italian, Latin, Greek, and Cyrillic by my dearly beloved tutor Mr Reynolds, whom he departed for his travels to Australia like Sir Joseph Banks did. Daniel learned English, French, and Spanish yet he understands some Orient languages from his mother and grandmother.

Our conversation was interrupted by Gilbert’s son Oliver as he apologised to me as he learned that it was improper to address a strange fellow as his mother. Our conversation led to a question about his own father, which I denied. It was embarrassing since Oliver should not say that with Elinor and such other guests in the drawing room since she was never pleased with it, which led me to wonder if she knew the situation between me and her uncle Gilbert.

Tuesday, 14 November—Dream upon a Marriage

Upon dreaming during my slumber, I was walking on the aisle in an abbey with Uncle Charles as I saw Gilbert’s position as the bride’s groom. Mother must have accepted him as my husband as the marriage would be believed to bring prosperity; yet I know she would regret this offer of marriage unless it was brought to Point Non Plus. I witnessed poor Elinor and Sir Seamus in a haughty manner as they sensed this betrayal against their family. I signed as I have been shackled with him as his wife and tenant for eternity, as none apart from this marriage, other than just death, divorce, and annulation; but our dibs would not be in tune if I choose the two options: divorce or annulation.

The dream was interrupted by Mrs Andrews as I was woken up to return to Bloodham, upon I wanted to see my friend Miss Collins again before Gilbert announced terrific news, that his dramatic play, Jupiter and Ganymede is finished; yet it was written as a short play unlike his other plays which were written longer than this since it took him few months to write a play gifted for me, his dearest muse after the departure of his only dearest wife.

Wednesday, 22 November—Elinor’s Stay in Bloodham Hall

Elinor arrived at Bloodham with her pug Isobel whilst I was accompanied by her family, especially her close cousin Oliver. Her family would stay hither less than a fortnight as they would leave Oliver hither, being taken care by Gilbert's maidservants till spring ends as he shall be returning to Edgemont with his own father as his ward, perhaps before he would return to Venice. Elinor questioned Gilbert about poor Miss Collins since her sister Abigail knew her as her dearest close friend; yet they never saw her nor being treated as a poor maid by the family, except for Gilbert and his old guests. It was a shock for their own family as they faced Gilbert with disgust for his own dreaded immorality; so they avoided Gilbert after they headed to the gallery when they saw Camilla the cockatoo. They never expected her to be in the gallery as she was displayed in the library before an incident when she mimicked the cries of his late wife’s beloved Cecilia; yet she mocked Gilbert and her late owner’s hearsays.

Thursday, 23 November—Such Strange Sense for a Dramatist

It is strange for Gilbert to interact with ghosts as he argued with his grandfather, late Sir Edward O’Vile, Bart. Sir Edward would offer my soul to achieve eternal life for Gilbert; yet Gilbert disagreed with Sir Edward’s decision as he spared me from incoming death which I forgave him for sparing me from a mad man. I wondered if he sensed his wife Peggy or ignored her cries since I had seen this poor soul every night in Bloodham, begging unto Gilbert as she had passed away for four years; yet he forbade me to visit her grave as my curiosity led me to believe that Margaret Lennox was her name on stage, which is common for actresses and mistresses like the renowned Lady Hamilton.

Sensing such ghosts is quite uncommon since we could sense them upon sight and sound; yet we could not feel them by touch and smell. I inherited these overwhelming senses from my dear Grandfather, an old laird in Kirksborough.

Friday, 24 November—Gilbert’s Response

My Darling, 

You better keep this situation as an unseen secret. I had sensed you peeking on me talking such nonsense with nothing. Do you think you would lead me to Belham as I talked to my dear grandfather in the empty drawing room? I am glad you never told my brother or Elinor about this. It seems she would never trust you if you kept crying rope onto her, upon those secrets. Even for young maidservant Pamela, who is just clueless of this kind situation.

Your dearly beloved,

You know who

His stern tone caught me peeking into the drawing room as he talked to his grandfather from yesterday. He kept these senses as his secret from his family since he never ought to know since a prolonged sight of a ghost as a sign of family curse. He never ought to tell his family to know he was cursed; yet it is never an excuse to avoid your poor wife’s will. I had apologised to him in a letter for him to understand our situation regarding sensing such poor ghosts.

My Dear, 

I have seen ghosts as a child. My grandfather still haunted me after he died of a terrific accident. He roamed around the gardens of Penworth as he still haunts me through the interiors. It felt like a curse passed from our common ancestor Marquis of Stratsberry. For me to witness, I have witnessed you conversing with a familiar ghost, which is true; but his name brought me such curiosity since he was the man who our family doomed to hate. My ancestor Patrick, 5th Baron Perkins, told tales of a young baronet who tried to betroth his wife before he wed his dearest Grace. The young baronet was furious as he began to wed her sister and killed his own father-in-law which led to his poor demise as he was executed for his murder. I cannot understand how you could bear that man; yet I shall thank you for not agreeing with his decision. This has never been fair for your father as he saw you as a disgraceful lad after he departed. I cannot question your unbearable immorality; for I know I cannot tell anyone, especially Elinor and Miss Collins as long as I know. My poor thing, you cannot ignore your beloved wife, even if she approached you in any form of warning such as these church owls approaching Bloodham, even if you despised them for bringing these unfortunate things like its unholy screams that reminds me of the wails of the banshees as you told me in my second day in Bloodham. Before rushing into the conclusion, I had ought to tell you to be less despotic towards Miss Collins since she never deserves to be treated less than a maidservant. She was quite timid and stubborn; and I could not bear your insulting, despotic behaviour unto her and I. We never treat our servants quite cruelly as a Radical Whig raised by a terrific Tory, perhaps my very own sublime English grandfather whom I could remind you of.

Lord Mousehole

Saturday, 25 November—Apology from Gilbert

My Darling, 

I apologised for such poor judgement of your intentions. I have misunderstood that you might tell anyone about my daunting secret that was kept from my family. I am the only person who could see such ghastly ghosts like you; yet my father knew I was cursed by a changeling for which I am not. I am deeply concerned why you had thought I ignored my dearest departed wife. I still dear her as her husband, but I could sense her vengeance upon me in the form of these d— owls if I could not fulfill her wishes and commands. These owls are a warning of unfortunate luck; and I still regret disrespecting her. Oh my poor thing, you shall never get it when I read your harshness of my attitude to Ms Pamela Collins. I am quite glad she never knew about our very own secrets; but she is merely a bane of my existence that I saw her as nothing but an ugly changeling! I shall transfer her and her very own father away from me since I do not visit Bloodham quite frequently; and for you, my dear lord, ‘tis an apology I had written from your response.

Your dearly beloved,

You already know who

I could sense that dear Gilbert's apology was not what I ought to; but he seems to be kinder than my despotic departed grandfather despite his stern, haughty tone which I could not bear as he insulted Miss Collins as he called her a changeling, like my grandfather called me and Alexander, over our own troublesome behaviour which I barely forgive him for.