I was climbing up a hill at Howth
when I heard wheels behind me and a pony-carriage
drew up beside me. A pretty girl was driving alone
and without a hat. She told me her name and said
we had friends in common and asked me to ride beside
her. After that I saw a great deal of her and
was soon in love. I did not tell her I was in
love, however, because she was engaged. She had
chosen me for her confidant and I learned all about
her quarrels with her lover. Several times he
broke the engagement off, and she would fall ill,
and friends would make peace. Sometimes she would
write to him three times a day, but she could not do
without a confidant. She was a wild creature,
a fine mimic and given to bursts of religion.
I have known her to weep at a sermon, call herself
a sinful woman, and mimic it after. I wrote her
some bad poems and had more than one sleepless night
through anger with her betrothed.