Mar 22, 2006 08:18
The hand scrawls across the page, not as controlled as usual.
I have awoken slightly worse for drink this... afternoon, it seems to be. I have very little memory of what His Lordship said to me. I recall mostly a sympathetic tone... and encouragement to drink more. If I did not know His Lordship so well, I should be suspicious. Of course, I should be suspicious nonetheless, but I cannot find the energy. I very much doubt that he would use anything against me. What purpose could he have?
I miss Cassandra greatly.
The book is returned with care to its customary drawer.