October 27, 1932
I miss Gilbert so very much. I wait uneasily for him to arrive. He promised me he would be here today, but so far…nothing.
I inquired downstairs at the front desk to see if they had heard anything. All they could tell me was that the train was presumably delayed. The weather has changed for the worse and a light snow has begun to fall. Gilbert told me that if it snowed before he arrived I was to light a fire, sip some cocoa and dream of his love for me. All I desire is to cry. The ring he placed on my finger shines brightly as the flames of the fire flicker through out the room.
When he asked for my hand then slid the ring upon my finger, all I could do was let out a little gasp of joy. He seemed to go into shock and thought I was going to say no, I would never have done that to him…I could never have done that to him…I love him so. When Father threw Gilbert out into the street, he severed all ties with me as Father and Daughter. It will serve him right when Gilbert and I exchange our vows. It was Gilbert’s idea to marry here, I must say that it is one of the most beautiful places on earth. I hope our eloping strikes at Father, deep into his heart…I…hope…it…kills him. Oh my…there’s a knock on my door…Oh please…let it be…it must be my Gilbert……
(From my unpublished Novel…‘The Springs’)