--A whole fortnight has passed, and I have not once
opened these pages. I have been long enough away from my journal
to come back to it with a healthier and better mind, I hope, so
far as Sir Percival is concerned.
There is not much to record of the past two weeks. The dresses
are almost all finished, and the new travelling trunks have been
sent here from London. Poor dear Laura hardly leaves me for a
moment all day, and last night, when neither of us could sleep,
she came and crept into my bed to talk to me there. "I shall lose
you so soon, Marian," she said; "I must make the most of you while
I can."
They are to be married at Limmeridge Church, and thank Heaven, not
one of the neighbours is to be invited to the ceremony. The only
visitor will be our old friend, Mr. Arnold, who is to come from
Polesdean to give Laura away, her uncle being far too delicate to
trust himself outside the door in such inclement weather as we now
have. If I were not determined, from this day forth, to see
nothing but the bright side of our prospects, the melancholy
absence of any male relative of Laura's, at the most important
moment of her life, would make me very gloomy and very distrustful
of the future.
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