Mrs. Hegwood had, at the beginning before truly understanding the length in which our engagement must extend, made a very good stab at keeping my utterly distracted and unable to miss him fully, for week after week trying ventures into town to look at warehouses and to explore the latest plates and fashions from London and even France were undertaken, and vast amounts of money were spent and then reimbursed when purchases without my consultation were made and it disagrees wholly with my tastes. I confess this happened more frequently than I like to admit, and she has begun to make an enemy with the establishments where this practice was one too many times repeated. I have finally convinced her that eight months was plenty of time in which to find clothes, have my garments made to my perfect taste, and to decide on and complete any other task.
I wish we could finally enter into fine weather again. I had but a fleeting taste a couple of week past, and I gloried in ever sun beam I could find in my music room, and I could have sworn my mood much improved. However, it was not to last and the cold weather once again returned with a vengeance and quite often a hard freeze with rain that froze upon every surface almost instantly after it landed. Mr. Hegwood was worried for the trees near the house lest branches break and cause damage to the house or stables. With luck, we avoided any such fate but I was confident I would freeze solid before it was all through.
Spring, they say, is just about the corner, and will be upon us in no time. Perhaps with the return of fine weather I can expect the return of my beloved. His portrait does nothing to stave away the loneliness and despondency of his absence.