I must confess I’ve been somewhat unsettled since the theft of the red-framed mirror yesterday and its rather grisly conclusion. Mr. M did indeed make advances, which I repulsed pointedly. There was a satisfactory amount of blood to show for my “honor’s” sake — and we will pause here to let the roaring laughter of Veilgarden’s finest subside — but not so much it threatened his ability to perform the duties for which he’d been hired. I was not privy to the later conversation he had with his wife. I can only assume from her warm attitude that she’s come to the correct conclusion about what didn’t transpire last night.
Dear Doctor James scolded me for the same stubborn impetuousness he’s been on about since I was a girl. I got cross with him, as I am not that girl any longer. He’s on the southern ridge of this valley today, working in the heat. I do hope he takes care of himself, as I’ve yet had no chance to apologize and mend our quarrel.
As a consequence I’ve spent most of this day left to my own devices and have been fighting off boredom with every breath. I read some of the book I’d brought — Dante’s Paradiso, after having finished the copy of Inferno I found on my nightstand after that stay at the Royal Bethlehem. I’ve fine-tuned my aetheric communicator and was briefly able to visit my townhouse in Fallen London, just long enough really to look at the cards and invitations which are accumulating. It quickly made me melancholy, however, so I shut it down and went for a walk. Alone. Mr. Madison, it turns out, was the only one who wasn’t worried about me and didn’t raise a fuss about my activities.
It would appear our discourse resolved any lingering doubts he might have had about my ability to take care of myself.
I think I like him better now.
Ah, clouds have covered the sun, the entire valley has cooled. There might be rain, I’d best offer to help prepare the camp for it.
Only two more days and nights, delicious friends. I’m eager to see you all once again.
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