Suppose my dear sister is falling in love with this young man--there is no longer any doubt about his age; what a very awkward, risky thing for her! I do hope that my mother has an eye on these proceedings.

But, then, poor mother never sees the drift of anything: she is in truth less of a mother to Caroline than I am.

If I were there, how jealously I would watch him, and ascertain his designs! I am of a stronger nature than Caroline.

How I have supported her in the past through her little troubles and great griefs! Is she agitated at the presence of this, to her, new and strange feeling?
But I am assuming her to be desperately in love, when I have no proof of anything of the kind.

He may be merely a casual friend, of whom I shall hear no more.
July 24 .-- Then he is a bachelor, as I suspected.