Yes, I love him--that is the dreadful fact, and I can no longer parry, evade, or deny it to myself though to the rest of the world it can never be owned.

I love Caroline's betrothed, and he loves me.

It is no yesterday's passion, cultivated by our converse; it came at first sight, independently of my will; and my talk with him yesterday made rather against it than for it, but, alas, did not quench it.

God forgive us both for this terrible treachery.
May 25 .-- All is vague; our courses shapeless.

He comes and goes, being occupied, ostensibly at least, with sketching in his tent in the wood.
Whether he and she see each other privately I cannot tell, but I rather think they do not; that she sadly awaits him, and he does not appear.