May 15. I told Adrian yesterday that I would marry him if ever Eunice should marry Mr. Caliph. It was the first time I had mentioned his stepbrother's name to him since the explanation I had attempted to have with him after he came back to Rome; and he evidently did n't like it at all.
In the Tyrol, August. I sent Mrs. Ermine a little water-color in return for her last letter, for I can't write to her, and that is easier. She now writes me again, in order to get another water-color. She speaks of course of Eunice and Mr. Caliph, and for the first time there appears a certain reality in what she says. She complains that Eunice is very slow in coming to the point, and relates that poor Mr. Caliph, who has taken her into his confidence, seems at times almost to despair. Nothing would suit him better of course than to appropriate two fortunes: two are so much better than one. But however much he may have explained, he can hardly have explained everything. Adrian Frank is in Scotland; in writing to him three days ago I had occasion to repeat that I will marry him on the day on which a certain other marriage takes place. In that way I am safe. I shall send another water-color to Mrs. Ermine. Water-colors or no, Eunice does n't write to me. It is clear that she has n't forgiven me! She regards me as perjured; and of course I am. Perhaps she will marry him after all.
