I wrote to Christopher and Lady Ver, in bed as I sipped my chocolate. I just told Lady Ver the truth, that Robert and I had met by chance, and discovered we loved one another, so I knew she would understand--and I promised I would not break his heart. Then I thanked her for all her kindness to me, but I felt sad when I read it over--poor, dear Lady Ver--how I hope it won’t really hurt her, and that she will forgive me. To Christopher I said I had found my “variation” worth while, and I hoped he would come to my wedding some day soon. Then I sent Véronique to post them both. To-day I am moving to Carlton House Terrace. What a delight that will be--and in a fortnight, or at best three weeks, Robert says we shall quietly go and get married, and Colonel Tom Carden can give me away after all. Oh the joy of the dear, beautiful world, and this sweet, dirty, enshrouding fog-bound London! I love it all--even the smuts! CARLTON HOUSE TERRACE, _Thursday night_. ROBERT came to see me at twelve, and he brought me the loveliest, splendid diamond and emerald ring, and I danced about like a child with delight over it. He has the most exquisite sentiment, Robert, every little trifle has some delicate meaning, and he makes me _feel_ and _feel_. Each hour we spend together we seem to discover some new bit of us which is just what the other wants. And he is so deliciously jealous and masterful and--oh! I love him--so there it is! I am learning a number of things, and I am sure there are lots to learn still. At half past one Lady Merrenden came, and fetched us in the _barouche_, and off we went to Vavasour House, with what different feelings to last evening. The pompous servants received us in state, and we all three walked on to the Duke’s room. There he was, still huddled in his chair, but he got up--he is better to-day. Lady Merrenden went over and kissed him. “Dear Torquilstone,” she said. “Morning, Robert,” he mumbled, after he had greeted his aunt. “Introduce me to your _fiancée_.” And Robert did with great ceremony. “Now, I won’t call you names any more,” I said, and I laughed in his face. He bent down, and kissed my forehead. “You are a beautiful tiger cat,” he said, “but even a year of you would be well worth while.” Upon which Robert glared, and I laughed again, and we all went in to lunch. He is not so bad, the Duke, after all! CARLTON HOUSE TERRACE, _Dec. 21st._ OH! it is three weeks since I wrote, but I have been too busy, and too happy, for journals. I have been here ever since, getting my trousseau, and Véronique is becoming used to the fact that I can have no coronet on my _lingerie_! It is the loveliest thing in the world being engaged to Robert!