I can only jot down the bare facts--I have no time for reflections.

But fancy Caroline travelling across the continent of Europe with a chit of a girl, who will be more of a charge than an assistance! They will be a mark for every marauder who encounters them.
Evening: 8 o'clock .-- Yes, it is as I surmised.

She has gone to join him.
A note posted by her in Budmouth Regis at daybreak has reached me this afternoon--thanks to the fortunate chance of one of the servants calling for letters in town to-day, or I should not have got it until to-morrow.
She merely asserts her determination of going to him, and has started privately, that nothing may hinder her; stating nothing about her route.
That such a gentle thing should suddenly become so calmly resolute quite surprises me.

Alas, he may have left Venice--she may not find him for weeks--may not at all.
My father, on learning the facts, bade me at once have everything ready by nine this evening, in time to drive to the train that meets the night steam-boat.

This I have done, and there being an hour to spare before we start, I relieve the suspense of waiting by taking up my pen.