That insufferable Jane appeared today while we were in the midst of a card game. Someone suggested that she be allowed to join but I swiftly objected. It was meant to be a joke a her expense of course, but I fear that I came off rude and inconsiderate as Edward flashed me a look of anger immediately after the words escaped my lips. I hope that this unfortunate mishap will not have an adverse effect on my attempted courtship of him, if that's what one would call it. We've been dancing this annoying dance for years now and I only wish that he would pick up his feet and get on with it. I wonder if that governess has anything to do with his hesitance. He does seem to act very peculiarly around her. After I made that comment about her not being smart enough to join in our game, they walked off into another room and did not return for quite a while. It is most likely nothing although she seems like such an attention seeker. I bet it was her who screamed so loudly last night, just a ploy to make Rochester comfort her. That was a very odd occurrence though, we all were roused from our bed chambers at the sound of that blood-curdling noise. I ran to the hall looking for some form of an explanation but only found Rochester and Jane. Edward gave some excuse that one of the servants had a nightmare when I questioned him and then quickly turned to talk to Jane once more. She doesn't seem to be much of a threat, but I still must remain alert. Nothing will get in the way of me marrying this man. I have an objective and it will be achieved at all costs.
Goodnight for now,

Miss Blanche Ingram

I have never been so furious in my entire life. Everything I had so carefully planned has gone to waste. Things were perfect. I was enjoying myself and the company people offered and Edward and I were getting along well when the situation took a drastic turn for the worse. Last night we played a game of charades with Edward and I as the actors and we did a marvelous job if I do say so myself. Mr. Eshton questioned that thing as to whether she would desire to join us, but I quickly dismissed that proposition. The idea that an uneducated governess should keep company with people of a higher class is ludicrous. To continue, while we were acting in one particular skit, a wedding scene, I dreamed about the day when he and I would finally be man and wife and I would become a recipient of his immense fortune. The evening continued on uneventfully but the following morning Edward was asked to travel to Millcote on business and did not return until the evening, or so we thought. His ward shouted that she saw him riding up the walk but when I went to verify this information I saw that it was not him at all. Chastising the girl for her false information, I threw in an angry glare at Miss Eyre for good measure. She should learn to keep her charge under control. The visitor turned out to be a man by the name of Mr. Mason who was an old friend of Edward's. He was entertaining us all with his stories about his travels to other countries when we were interrupted by a Colonel Dent who proposed the option of having our fortunes told. Apparently there was an old gypsy woman who had arrived and refused to leave until she told the ladies their fortunes. The Eshton ladies were completely overreacting to the whole situation and so I stepped forward to have my fortune told as I was quite curious about the whole ordeal. Mamma tried to object but I brushed her words aside entered the library. I happened upon an old woman, black as night who wore a long cloak, covering her face. I sat down and held out my hand. As she traced her bony finger along my palm, she began to speak:

" Missus Blanche we have here, it seems you are looking to marry in the near future. I bring words of foreboding, my dear. The man you seek to wed is not what he seems to be. He is a man of many secrets. One of which involves his fortune which you so desperately covet. There is nothing. Nothing here at all for you. You are not worthy of this man. He desires another, the one you despise. Now leave, and contemplate the words of your future."

I was shocked. I left the library in a haze of confusion and fury. People questioned me when I arrived back at the party but I just fed them some line about how it was a waste of time and quite trivial. I settled down in an armchair to think and, hiding behind a book, watch Jane Eyre. Moments passed, I became angrier and angrier. I soon found myself glaring at her with all of my being, trying to bore a hole through her with my eyes. She noticed me but pretended not to. I cannot believe the words that touched my ears tonight. Such fallacies, such lies it is an insult to my intelligence as well as my pride. I need to sleep. So much has happened tonight I just need to rest my eyes and think about simple things. Perhaps painting will calm me down.

I painted this from my mind. Isn't it exquisite? It's almost as if it was a real place. Oh how I wish it was, I'd go there and never have to deal with this tragedy ever again.

Farewell for now,

Blanche Ingram

A painting of Thornfield Hall by none other than Blanche Ingram. Did I mention I'm an artist?

We arrived at Thornfield Hall late last night and it was while we were riding up the drive, I looked up at the house and saw a woman looking out at us. She was very plain- looking and was dark-haired with a slender face. I thought that it must have been the new governess Edward mentioned. Having arrived, the ladies rushed to ready themselves for dinner and after we were presentable, descended downstairs to begin dinner. It seemed to go on forever and while I enjoyed every minute in Edward's company, I was exhausted beyond belief. The evening was further prolonged by the request for me to sing of which I gladly obliged. Afterwards, I retired to my bed chambers and fell into a deep sleep, disturbed by nothing. The following day held more adventures. We went for a ride around the grounds and Edward and I rode side by side, like husband and wife...Later the ladies went to the drawing room after dinner where we were introduced to Edward's ward, Adéle. She entered with that same pale looking woman I had seen earlier, looking out the window. The child was very polite and introduced herself to all of us, but at the same time, somewhat dull. I detest children, they seem so obnoxious and bothersome. Eventually the men entered and the conversation continued as it normally did but all the while I noticed the governess staring at Mr. Rochester. I soon learned her name to be Jane Eyre and she had only just come into this position recently. What I found particularly odd was the look she continued to give the man even when he was focused on an entirely different matter. The look was wistful and had a sort of longing to it. Quite pathetic really if I am to be frank. Coming out of my reverie, I insisted on a change of topic to something more appropriate as the current conversation was about governesses. I suggested that Edward should sing and that I would play for him. He agreed of course and when I sat down to play, I thought it would be an appropriate time to make a statement on what type of man I wished to marry. I failed to see the humor in my declaration, for a faint smile crossed Rochester's lips as if he were laughing at me. After he had finished his song, Edward noticed that Miss Eyre had quitted the room and when he thought no one was watching, followed her out. He quickly returned, alone, looking slightly put out. I wonder if there more to him than meets the eye.

Farewell for now,

Blanche Ingram

Hello my name is Blanche Ingram and I suppose you are reading this because you either are someone of distinction and wish to remain informed of what I am currently up to, or you are of lower stature and read this as an escape from your exceedingly dull life. Whatever the reason is, welcome. Here I will discuss events that I am attending as well as my opinion of what has recently transpired. I am currently en route to Thornfield Hall, home of Mr. Edward Rochester to spend a few days there before I return home. I am part of a party traveling from Leas ,home of Mr. Eshton, where we have been gathered for the past few days. It is so wonderful to see everyone and hear about what they have been up to. It will be equally as wonderful to see Thornfield Hall again. It must be at least six or seven years since I was last there for a Christmas ball. I sang a duet with Edward and then played the piano afterwards. I heard some of the servants gossiping about what a lovely treat it was to hear me sing and how beautiful I looked and I can't say I disagree with them. Hopefully seeing me in Thornfield Hall will remind Edward about how it could become a permanent residence for me, if he would just ask. I want to be married to that man, it is written in the stars for us to be wed. At least that is what I will have to convince him of so he does not suspect the real reason I am wanting this marriage to take place. We shall arrive at Thornfield soon and I will write again from there.

Farewell for now,

Blanche Ingram