Tuesday 24th June 1808

Dear Diary,
You find me still troubled by Wynde.
Mr Wynde was somewhat taken aback by my revelation last night... as I was myself. I fear I may have gone too far this time. Mother discovered us in shock and with a generous smile invited Mr Wynde to stay saying, "Any acquaintance of Wayne's is most welcome at Thrushcock Grange." I forced a smile upon my lips but inside I was screaming.
I hardly slept all night. Why is he still here? Why did he not depart in defeat? What if Mr Wynde takes my spurning as badly as Evelyn did? I shall need to watch my back until I have ascertained his motives.
Fanny is most amused by the whole thing and smirked annoyingly across the table at breakfast. Jane could not care less and though polite, avoids Mr Wynde at all costs.
He accosted me in the garden after breakfast.
"To whom have you given your heart?" he enquired.
Whom, indeed, I thought.
"I cannot say." I did not lie. He regarded me silently for a few moments and then smiled.
"I believe you are teasing me and I like you all the more for it. I shall woo you Mr Austen. Mark my words," and he strutted off swinging his cane.
Ned caught me half-heartedly handling his chopper, deep in thought, by the wood pile.
"Need some help Mr Austen?" he grinned, and then... it came to me.
"Yes, Ned, " I grinned back, " I need your help."