January 1
It’s a new day and a new year. And what a wonderful day! He gets better and better every day! Can you believe that He kept the flower I gave Him before I left? He had it dried and pressed and keeps it in his billfold along with the notes I sent Him while I was away from Him. Who would have ever thought that He could be so sweet? There is a Good Heart under that silly, befuddled, goofy outside...
When he pulled out the dried flower, though, I saw just how much money he had sitting in his billfold. It’s more money than I have ever seen in one place at any one time. It’s more than my whole life’s savings! And I have that squirreld away for safe keeping! How could you possibly have that much money sitting in your pocket and feel safe going anywhere? I would be terrified that someone would try to burgle me. And I know how to use sharp, pointy objects! We really are going to be rich. Now I’m kind of scared. Rich people are expected to do things. Things that cost a lot of money... It’s amazing to me how they stay so rich when they have to spend so much... I suppose I shall just have to learn. At least I have good friends who will be there to help me. I shall have to have a heart to heart with Victoria sometime. Or maybe with Lady Copperthwait.
January 2
Yet another wonderful day with Him... I haven’t hardly done anything since getting here. Well, except for watching and talking with Him. And doing my morning exercises. Things would have to be pretty bad before I stopped them.
I almost forgot that we had the most outrageous telegram today. It seems that His nephew called on the Cuthberts to warn them that Mrs. Gregson was planning on trying to buy me off from marrying Him. I mean, yes, I like money and all, but I love Him WAY more than money. Even if He were to be completely cut off by His family and forced to live in poverty, I would still marry Him. I won’t be taking any sum that Mrs Gregson cares to throw at me as long as He still loves me. And He does Still want to marry me! I know because I asked Him...
His family has taken me in and seems to be making special effort to include me in conversations and outings. It’s all so odd. I mean I’ve been on these sorts of outings, but always as a bodyguard/servant. It’s different when you are being treated as part of the family... I think I like it.
I know I like Him!
January 3
Well, I’m back in London. Without Him for a while. He and Mr. Caine and Mrs Travers continued on to Canturbury. Something to do with getting ready for our marriage. I’m getting married very shortly. It’s going to be a quiet ceremony at the registrar’s. I shall invite Otto and any of our party who wish to come. Of course, we can’t do any big announcements as we are trying to keep out of Mrs. Gregson’s way. I have had my green dress cleaned and had some last minute adjustments made to it. I feel like a different person when I wear it. But at least it still has all the correct pockets and I can still wear all my weapons. One never knows...
It was sad not being able to spend time with Him today. I went out and exercised Hey You instead. It wasn’t the same as riding with Him, but I could pretend.
once again, I miss Him!
January 4
I am so excited I can hardly stand it! As soon as they get back, we are to be married! Then I will be Mrs. Henry Wooster. And I won’t need a chaperone to be around Him. I think I’m making the right choice, but I’m also afraid! Is everyone afraid like this before their wedding? I shall ask Lady Copperthwait.
January 5
They are so very tired of me pacing. I’m writing because if I don’t I’ll be back to packing. But I’ve already packed my bags, laid out my dress, exercised Hey You, done my weapons practice, cleaned all my weapons till they sparkled, meditated, and checked to make sure I haven’t forgotten anything. He wired to say that they should be back today. Today. Today! Any time now!
After the wedding, we’ll be having a small dinner here at the house. Either tonight or tomorrow, we’ll be leaving the city, hopefully before Mrs. Gregson finds out. I think we’re going to be initially staying with some of His relatives or some of Mrs. Traver’s friends or something.
I really can’t sit still any longer. I wish I knew what train they would be coming in on. Waiting is So Hard. And there’s the bell. Oh, He’s here! And Soon it will be Time! Mrs. Henry Wooster...
January 15
I think married life agrees with me. I love waking up early and watching Him sleep. My Own, My Dearest, My Henry. Mine! All Mine! Things are not nearly as horrible as I always thought they would be.
His father officially took his seat in parliament. He seemed happy about that. Although I can tell that He still misses His grandfather.
Things have been pretty quiet. We are trying to keep a low profile until things blow over with Mrs. Gregson. But that is ok. It’s nice not being constantly on the rush. It’s nice not having to watch for black pajamas everywhere you turn or wondering what Edward has gotten up to this time. Although I do hope that Edward and Willamina are behving and staying out of trouble. I feel like I should be there watching. And, yet, I wouldn’t want to Leave Him either. So I’ll wait and enjoy. He had Hey You shipped up here. We sometimes go out riding together. Hey You is a nice, solid animal that still has smooth gaits and doesn’t startle or shy at things.
it doesn’t seem to matter what we are doing. Everything is nice when I’m with Him.
And I’ve only had to smack Him once...
January 27
Well, the quiet vacation is at an end. We arrived in Edenfield today and were reunited with the rest of the party. It as nice to see everyone again, and yet a bit awkward. Luckily, there is one of the cottages on the property that is vacant, and Henry and I are to stay there. It is nice to have the bit of privacy.
And it seems that things are quiet here too. May nothing jump out of the shadows for quite a while to come...
January 29
He has been spending a lot of time talking with Edward. I keep hearing about motors and bicycles and such. Luckily, Edward has gone back to London with Sir Cosmo. There should be some peace for a few days, even if I feel bad that I’m not going with them to keep an eye out. But I don’t think that Mrs. Gregson has calmed down yet, and I really don’t want to run into her...
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