I have ruined him. I have also ruined Miss Everett’s couzin.
* * *
The nurse is still asleep. I think I will enter a hospitle. My career is ended, my Life is blasted.
I reach under the mattress and draw out the picture of him who today I have ruined, compeling him to do manual labor for hours, although unacustomed to it. He is a great actor, and I beleive has a future. But my love for him is dead. Dear Dairy, he decieved me, and that is one thing I cannot forgive.
So now I sit here among my pillows, while the nurse sleeps, and I reflect about many Things. But one speach rings in my ears over and over.
Carter Brooks, on learning about Switzerland, said it in a strange maner, looking at me with inscrutible eyes.
“Switzerland! Why, Bab—I don’t want you to go so far away.”
What did he mean by it?
* * *
Dear Dairy, you will have to be burned, I darsay. Perhaps it is as well. I have pored out my H-e-a-r-t——