Ireland is considered particularly promising to those in the know.
Now for an agitated night! To think that a girl should disturb me so!
Two days have passed, or, rather, dragged their interminable lengths away, for there is still not a vestige of news. I have been twice to the flat with no result, except to receive a piece of impertinence from the porter the last time I was there.
No news.
Still no news, and we sail in forty-eight hours.
At sea, off the Isle of Wight.
It is some days since I turned for solace and enjoyment, amidst the discomforts of this life, to my pen and notebook.
What strange tricks fate plays with us, and how lucky it is that one cannot foresee the future.