Thank God, that Lucy is still healthy. Mr. Holmwood has had to go to Ring to see his father, who has become seriously ill. Lucy is annoyed and anxious about the postponement of his visit. Fortunately this does not change the way she looks. She is a trifle stouter, and her cheeks are a lovely rose-pink. She no longer looks as anemic as she once did. I pray it will all stay that way.

3 August. Another week has gone by, and I still have no news from Jonathan. I have heard from Mr Hawkins, but he has not heard from Jonathan either. Oh, I do hope he is not ill. He surely would have written if he was. When I look at that last letter of his, somehow it does not satisfy me. It does not feel as though Jonathan wrote it, and yet it is his writing. There is no mistake about that.

For the last week Lucy has not walked much in her sleep. However, there is something about her which I do not understand. She seems oddly intense. Even in her sleep she seems to be watching me. She tries to open the door, and finding it locked, she goes about the room searching for the key.