November 11 + 

Met her this evening in Kensington Road. “I timed this well,” said she, “I thought I should meet you.” Good Heavens, I am getting embroiled. Returned to the flat with her and after supper called her “The Lady of Shalott.” + 

“I don’t think you know what you’re talking about”⁠—this stiffly. + 

“Perhaps not,” I answered. “I leave it to you.” + 

“Oh! but it rests with you,” she said. + 

Am I in love? God knows⁠—but I don’t suppose God cares. + 