I do n't know why I feel so dull tonight . Writing in this diary does n't seem to have helped me as much as I thought it would , either . I dare say it 's the weather . It must be the weather . It is a wet , windy night and the rain is thudding against the window . I hate rainy nights . I wonder if Mrs. Rennie is really as handsome as Mrs. Burnett says . I wonder how old she is . I wonder if she ever cared for Sidney ... no , she did n't . No woman who cared for Sidney could ever have thrown him over for an old moneybag . I wonder if I shall like her . No , I wo n't . I 'm sure I sha n't like her . My head is aching and I 'm going to bed . * * * * * March Tenth . Mrs. Rennie was here to dinner tonight . My head was aching again , and Mother said I need n't go down to dinner if I 'd rather not ; but a dozen headaches could not have kept me back , or a dozen men either , even supposing I 'd have to talk to them all . I wanted to see Mrs. Rennie . Nothing has been talked of in Riverton for the last fortnight but Mrs. Rennie . I 've heard of her beauty and charm and costumes until I 'm sick of the subject .
Today I spoke to XXXXX about her .
Burnett Mother Rennie Riverton Sidney bed moneybag night nights window