Abbie: Sunday 12th January 1851

Sunday 12th January

Lambert Place


Nathan and I met today. I managed to persuade everyone into thinking I was going to visit a friend. I panicked when Father offered the carriage. I simply smiled politely and declined, saying I would ride out to meet her. He'd paused for a moment but nodded. I had to stop myself from sighing with relief; it would have been quite obvious I was up to something.

When Nathan and I met in the park, he too was on horseback and we couldn't help but grin at each other. We spoke a little, and he asked how the diary was coming along. I told him it was in use and he seemed so pleased that I was glad I had actually started keeping one.

"Why are you so pleased about it?" I inquired, raising an eyebrow.

He smiled crookedly. "It might keep you from going on and on about me to your friends."

"Oh? And who's to say I go on about you? Who says you should be worth my time?" I retorted playfully.

"Oh, of course," he said, laughing out loud, "says the one sneaking out to see me. Honestly though, I got you the diary with the purpose of stopping you from being bored; you're so often moaning that you're bored, I thought I might find you something to fill your time. I don't really know much about female hobbies, so I though a diary would be the best thing."

I blushed slightly, suddenly more than aware of the extent of my moaning. "Thank you."

"I thought you might like to write your name beside mine. Mrs Abbie Wilson," he said quietly, a small smirk on his face.

"Planning on proposing?" I asked, my face turning bright red.

"If that's what you want," he grinned.

My blush deepened yet again. "You have such a profound effect on me Nathan," I murmured.

He leant across to kiss my cheek. "I'm very glad, indeed, for that," he said.

I smiled an


Gosh, Elizabeth almost read what I was writing. I panicked so completely and slammed the book shut.

I'm in my bedroom now and it's getting late. I shan't bother finishing what I was writing, for fear of it being read. What happened after that was special and so shall remain only in my mind. My sisters would never approve, let alone my parents. I both dread and look forward to the day when they find out.

I suppose Nathan and I would have to elope to Gretna Green; our union would never be allowed by either of our families. I do find it sad that people think things such as money, and titles, and careers are important when it comes to marriage. Marriage should be based on love, and love alone. Those are my beliefs, but Heaven forbid my family ever find out; they might think me soft and tameable. I am neither.

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