To-morrow, if fine, we are all three going to Wherryborne Wood, where Charles will give us practical illustrations of the principles of coloring that he has enumerated to-night.  I am determined not to occupy his attention to the exclusion of Caroline, and my plan is that when we are in the dense part of the wood I will lag behind, and slip away, and leave them to return by themselves.  I suppose the reason of his attentiveness to me lies in his simply wishing to win the good opinion of one who is so closely united to Caroline, and so likely to influence her good opinion of him.

May 11.  Late.—­I cannot sleep, and in desperation have lit my candle and taken up my pen.  My restlessness is occasioned by what has occurred to-day, which at first I did not mean to write down, or trust to any heart but my own.  We went to Wherryborne Wood—­Caroline, Charles and I, as we had intended—­and walked all three along the green track through the midst, Charles in the middle between Caroline and myself.  Presently I found that, as usual, he and I were the only talkers, Caroline amusing herself by observing birds and squirrels as she walked docilely alongside her betrothed.  Having noticed this I dropped behind at the first opportunity and slipped among the trees, in a direction in which I knew I should find another path that would take me home.  Upon this track I by and by emerged, and walked along it in silent thought till, at a bend, I suddenly encountered M. de la Feste standing stock still and smiling thoughtfully at me.

‘Where is Caroline?’ said I.

‘Only a little way off,’ says he.  ’When we missed you from behind us we thought you might have mistaken the direction we had followed, so she has gone one way to find you and I have come this way.’

We then went back to find Caroline, but could not discover her anywhere, and the upshot was that he and I were wandering about the woods alone for more than an hour.  On reaching home we found she had given us up after searching a little while, and arrived there some time before.  I should not be so disturbed by the incident if I had not perceived that, during her absence from us, he did not make any earnest effort to rediscover her; and in answer to my repeated expressions of wonder as to whither she could have wandered he only said, ’Oh, she’s quite safe; she told me she knew the way home from any part of this wood.  Let us go on with our talk.  I assure you I value this privilege of being with one I so much admire more than you imagine;’ and other things of that kind.  I was so foolish as to show a little perturbation—­I cannot tell why I did not control myself; and I think he noticed that I was not cool.  Caroline has, with her simple good faith, thought nothing of the occurrence; yet altogether I am not satisfied.

CHAPTER V.—­HER SITUATION IS A TRYING ONE

May 15.—­The more I think of it day after day, the more convinced I am that my suspicions are true.  He is too interested in me—­well, in plain words, loves me; or, not to degrade that phrase, has a wild passion for me; and his affection for Caroline is that towards a sister only.  That is the distressing truth; how it has come about I cannot tell, and it wears upon me.