13th .⁠—A sleepless night, through uneasiness about Laura. Towards the morning I came to a resolution to try what change of scene would do to rouse her. She cannot surely remain in her present torpor of insensibility, if I take her away from Limmeridge and surround her with the pleasant faces of old friends? After some consideration I decided on writing to the Arnolds, in Yorkshire. They are simple, kindhearted, hospitable people, and she has known them from her childhood. When I had put the letter in the postbag I told her what I had done. It would have been a relief to me if she had shown the spirit to resist and object. But no⁠—she only said, “I will go anywhere with you , Marian. I dare say you are right⁠—I dare say the change will do me good.”