"Don't be an old fossil," she said to me to-night, irrelevantly.
"A propos of what?" I inquired.
"Mother, here's W—— proposing to E——! Do come," cried ——, with intent to confuse. I laughed heartlessly.
Dear, dear, where will it all end? It's a sad business when you fall in love with a girl you don't like.
December 26.
Spent a romping day at the Flat. Kissed her sister twice under the mistletoe, and in the evening went to a cinema. After supper made a mock heroic speech and left hilarious.
[1] "The life of the Soul is different; there is nothing more changing, more varied, more restless ... to describe the incidents of one hour would require an eternity."—Journal of Eugénie de Guérin.
[2] See entry for November 27, 1915.