〃Armadale　next。　Has　any　unforeseen　accident　led　him　to
  communicate　with　Thorpe　Ambrose？　Has　he　broken　the　conditions
  which　the　major　imposed　on　him；　and　asserted　himself　in　the
  character　of　Miss　Milroy's　promised　husband　since　I　saw　him　last？
  〃Nothing　of　the　sort　has　taken　place。　No　unforeseen　accident　has
  altered　his　positionhis　tempting　positiontoward　myself。　I
  know　all　that　has　happened　to　him　since　he　left　England；　through
  the　letters　which　he　writes　to　Midwinter；　and　which　Midwinter
  shows　to　me。
  〃He　has　been　wrecked；　to　begin　with。　His　trumpery　little　yacht
  has　actually　tried　to　drown　him；　after　all；　and　has　failed！　It
  happened　（as　Midwinter　warned　him　it　might　happen　with　so　small　a
  vessel）　in　a　sudden　storm。　They　were　blown　ashore　on　the　coast　of
  Portugal。　The　yacht　went　to　pieces；　but　the　lives；　and　papers；
  and　so　on；　were　saved。　The　men　have　been　sent　back　to　Bristol；
  with　recommendations　from　their　master　which　have　already　got
  them　employment　on　board　an　outward…bound　ship。　And　the　master
  himself　is　on　his　way　here；　after　stopping　first　at　Lisbon；　and
  next　at　Gibraltar；　and　trying　ineffectually　in　both　places　to
  supply　himself　with　another　vessel。　His　third　attempt　is　to　be
  made　at　Naples；　where　there　is　an　English　yacht　'laid　up；'　as
  they　call　it；　to　be　had　for　sale　or　hire。　He　has　had　no　occasion
  to　write　home　since　the　wreck；　for　he　took　away　from　Coutts's　the
  whole　of　the　large　sum　of　money　lodged　there　for　him；　in　circular
  notes。　And　he　has　felt　no　inclination　to　go　back　to　England
  himself；　for；　with　Mr。　Brock　dead；　Miss　Milroy　at　school；　and
  Midwinter　here；　he　has　not　a　living　creature　in　whom　he　is
  interested　to　welcome　him　if　he　returned。　To　see　us；　and　to　see
  the　new　yacht；　are　the　only　two　present　objects　he　has　in　view。
  Midwinter　has　been　expecting　him　for　a　week　past；　and　he　may　walk
  into　this　very　room　in　which　I　am　writing；　at　this　very　moment；
  for　all　I　know　to　the　contrary。
  〃Tempting　circumstances；　thesewith　all　the　wrongs　I　have
  suffered　at　his　mother's　hands　and　at　his；　still　alive　in　my
  memory；　with　Miss　Milroy　confidently　waiting　to　take　her　place　at
  the　head　of　his　household；　with　my　dream　of　living　happy　and
  innocent　in　Midwinter's　love　dispelled　forever；　and　with　nothing
  left　in　its　place　to　help　me　against　myself。　I　wish　it　wasn't
  raining；　I　wish　I　could　go　out。
  〃Perhaps　something　may　happen　to　prevent　Armadale　from　coming　to
  Naples？　When　he　last　wrote；　he　was　waiting　at　Gibraltar　for　an
  English　steamer　in　the　Mediterranean　trade　to　bring　him　on　here。
  He　may　get　tired　of　waiting　before　the　steamer　comes；　or　he　may
  hear　of　a　yacht　at　some　other　place　than　this。　A　little　bird
  whispers　in　my　ear　that　it　may　possibly　be　the　wisest　thing　he
  ever　did　in　his　life　if　he　breaks　his　engagement　to　join　us　at
  Naples。
  〃Shall　I　tear　out　the　leaf　on　which　all　these　shocking　things
  have　been　written？　No。　My　Diary　is　so　nicely　boundit　would　be
  positive　barbarity　to　tear　out　a　leaf。　Let　me　occupy　myself
  harmlessly　with　something　else。　What　shall　it　be？　My
  dressing…caseI　will　put　my　dressing…case　tidy；　and　polish　up
  the　few　little　things　in　it　which　my　misfortunes　have　still　left
  in　my　possession。
  〃I　have　shut　up　the　dressing…case　again。　The　first　thing　I　found
  in　it　was　Armadale's　shabby　present　to　me　on　my　marriagethe
  rubbishing　little　ruby　ring。　That　irritated　me；　to　begin　with。
  The　second　thing　that　turned　up　was　my　bottle　of　Drops。　I　caught
  myself　measuring　the　doses　with　my　eye；　and　calculating　how　many
  of　them　would　be　enough　to　take　a　living　creature　over　the
  border…land　between　sleep　and　death。　Why　I　should　have　locked　the
  dressing…case　in　a　fright；　before　I　had　quite　completed　my
  calculation；　I　don't　know；　but　I　did　lock　it。　And　here　I　am　back
  again　at　my　Diary；　with　nothing；　absolutely　nothing；　to　write
  about。　Oh；　the　weary　day！　the　weary　day！　Will　nothing　happen　to
  excite　me　a　little　in　this　horrible　place？
  〃October　12th。Midwinter　's　all…important　letter　to　the
  newspaper　was　dispatched　by　the　post　last　night。　I　was　foolish
  enough　to　suppose　that　I　might　be　honored　by　having　some　of　his
  spare　attention　bestowed　on　me　to…day。　Nothing　of　the　sort！　He
  had　a　restless　night；　after　all　his　writing；　and　got　up　with　his
  head　aching；　and　his　spirits　miserably　depressed。　When　he　is　in
  this　state；　his　favorite　remedy　is　to　return　to　his　old　vagabond
  habits；　and　go　roaming　away　by　himself　nobody　knows　where。　He
  went　through　the　form　this　morning　（knowing　I　had　no　riding
  habit）　of　offering　to　hire　a　little　broken…kneed　brute　of　a　pony
  for　me；　in　case　I　wished　to　accompany　him！　I　preferred　remaining
  at　home。　I　will　have　a　handsome　horse　and　a　handsome　habit；　or　I
  won't　ride　at　all。　He　went　away；　without　attempting　to　persuade
  me　to　change　my　mind。　I　wouldn't　have　changed　it；　of　course；　but
  he　might　have　tried　to　persuade　me　all　the　same。
  〃I　can　open　the　piano　in　his　absencethat　is　one　comfort。　And　I
  am　in　a　fine　humor　for　playingthat　is　another。　There　is　a
  sonata　of　Beethoven's　（I　forget　the　number）；　which　always
  suggests　to　me　the　agony　of　lost　spirits　in　a　place　of　torment。
  Come；　my　fingers　and　thumbs；　and　take　me　among　the　lost　spirits
  this　morning！
  〃October　13th。Our　windows　look　out　on　the　sea。　At　noon　to…day
  we　saw　a　steamer　coming　in；　with　the　English　flag　flying。
  Midwinter　has　gone　to　the　port；　on　the　chance　that　this　may　be
  the　vessel　from　Gibraltar；　with　Armadale　on　board。
  〃Two　o'clock。It　is　the　vessel　from　Gibraltar。　Armadale　has
  added　one　more　to　the　long　list　of　his　blunders：　he　has　kept　his
  engagement　to　join　us　at　Naples。
  〃How　will　it　end　_now？_
  〃Who　knows？
  〃October　16th。Two　days　missed　out　of　my　Diary！　I　can　hardly
  tell　why；　unless　it　is　that　Armadale　irritates　me　beyond　all
  endurance。　The　mere　sight　of　him　takes　me　back　to　Thorpe　Ambrose。
  I　fancy　I　must　have　been　afraid　of　what　I　might　write　about　him；
  in　the　course　of　the　last　two　days；　if　I　indulged　myself　in　the
  dangerous　luxury　of　opening　these　pages。
  〃This　morning　I　am　afraid　of　nothing；　and　I　take　up　my　pen　again
  accordingly。
  〃Is　there　any　limit；　I　wonder；　to　the　brutish　stupidity　of　some
  men？　I　thought　I　had　discovered　Armadale's　limit　when　I　was　his
  neighbor　in　Norfolk；　but　my　later　experience　at　Naples　shows　me
  that　I　was　wrong。　He　is　perpetually　in　and　out　of　this　house
  （crossing　over　to　us　in　a　boat　from　the　hotel　at　Santa　Lucia；
  where　he　sleeps）；　and　he　has　exactly　two　subjects　of
  conversationthe　yacht　for　sale　in　the　harbor　here；　and　Miss
  Milroy。　Yes！　he　selects　ME　as　the　_confidante_　of　his　devoted
  attachment　to　the　major's　daughter！　'It's　so　nice　to　talk　to　a
  woman　about　it！'　That　is　all　the　apology　he　has　thought　it
  necessary　to　make　for　appealing　to　my　sympathies_my_
  sympathies！on　the　subject　of　'his　darling　Neelie；'　fifty　times
  a　day。　He　is　evidently　persuaded　（if　he　thinks　about　it　at　all）
  that　I　have　forgotten；　as　completely　as　he　has　forgotten；　all
  that　once　passed　between　us　when　I　was　first　at　Thorpe　Ambrose。
  Such　an　utter　want　of　the　commonest　delicacy　and　the　commonest
  tact；　in　a　creature　who　is；　to　all　appearance；　possessed　of　a
  skin；　and　not　a　hide；　and　who　does；　unless　my　ears　deceive　me；
  talk；　and　not　bray；　is　really　quite　incredible　when　one　comes　to
  think　of　it。　But　it　is；　for　all　that；　quite　true。　He　asked　mehe
  actually　asked　me；　last　nighthow　many　hundreds　a　year　the　wife
  of　a　rich　man　could　spend　on　her　dress。　'Don't　put　it　too　low；'
  the　idiot　added；　with　his　intolerable　grin。　'Neelie　shall　be　one
  of　the　best…dressed　women　in　England　when　I　have　married　her。'
  And　this　to　me；　after　having　had　him　at　my　feet；　and　then　losing
  him　again　through　Miss　Milroy！　This　to　me；　with　an　alpaca　gown
  on；　and　a　husband　whose　income　must　be　helped　by　a　newspaper！
  〃I　had　better　not　dwell　on　it　any　longer。　I　had　better　think　and
  write　of　something　else。
  〃The　yacht。　As　a　relief　from　hearing　about　Miss　Milroy；　I　declare
  the　yacht　in　the　harbor　is　quite　an　interesting　subject　to　me！
  She　（the　men　call　a　vessel　'She'；　and　I　suppose；　if　the　women
  took　an　interest　in　such　things；　_they_　would　call　a　vessel
  'He'）she　is　a　beautiful　model；　and　her　'top…sides'　（whatever
  they　may　be）　are　especially　distinguished　by　being　built　of
  mahogany。　But；　with　these　merits；　she　has　the　defect；　on　the
  other　hand；　of　being　oldwhich　is　a　sad　drawbackand　the　crew
  and　the　sailing…master　have　been　'paid　off；'　and　sent　home　to
  Englandwhich　is　additionally　distressing。　Still；　if　a　new　crew
  and　a　new　sailing…master　can　be　picked　up　here；　such　a　beautiful
  creature　（with　all　her　drawbacks）；　is　not　to　be　despised。　It
  might　answer　to　hire　her　for　a　cruise；　and　to　see　how　she
  behaves。　（If　she　is　of　_my_　mind；　her　behavior　will　rather
  astonish　her　new　master！）　The　cruise　will　determine　what　faults
  she　has；　and　what　repairs；　through　the　unlucky　circumstance　of
  her　age；　she　really　stands　in　need　of。　And　then　it　will　be　time
  to　settle　whether　to　buy　her　outright　or　not。　Such　is　Armadale's
  conversation　when　he　is　not　talking　of　'his　darling　Neelie。'　And
  Midwinter；　who　can　steal　no　time　from　his　newspaper　work　for　his
  wife；　can　steal　hours　for　his　friend；　and　can　offer　them
  unreservedly　to　my　irr