June 8, 1891
Today was so dreary. There was nothing but grey clouds in the sky, and every hour or so it would start raining only to top again. I had looked forward to walking through my uncle's gardens, but alas I was confined within his house all day.
I spent most of my day with Bethany and we talked and talked for some time. I learned that she had been engaged not long ago, but that madness had struck the poor man and he'd been sent off to a sanitarium. I am so sorry for my cousin's misfortune! To have that happiness be snatched away!
Oh, and I do worry about Bethany. Sometimes she seems so distant, or she struggles to say something. I wonder if perhaps she still feels the grief of what befell her fiance?
I did not my uncle for most of the day, for was out meeting with a number of his neighbors, though I am not sure on what business. I also caught a glimpse of Mr. Frederick trekking through the mud outside but I have yet to be properly introduced to him. He spends so much time alone!
There seems to be so much unhappiness in this house! It is my greatest hope that I shall be able to help bring some light back into my cousin's life.