My head⁠—I am sadly afraid of my head. I can write, but the lines all run together. I see the words. Laura⁠—I can write Laura, and see I write it. Eight or nine⁠—which was it?

So cold, so cold⁠—oh, that rain last night!⁠—and the strokes of the clock, the strokes I can’t count, keep striking in my head⁠—

Note

[At this place the entry in the diary ceases to be legible. The two or three lines which follow contain fragments of words only, mingled with blots and scratches of the pen. The last marks on the paper bear some resemblance to the first two letters (L and A) of the name of Lady Glyde.

On the next page of the diary, another entry appears. It is in a man’s handwriting, large, bold, and firmly regular, and the date is “ June the 21st .” It contains these lines⁠—]