Dear diary,
I have been healing better now. My appetite has returned. The lacerations on my legs and arms are almost healed. The lord is still gone. I thanked the Duke and told him I was in his debt. He shook his head and went on saying he doubted he would ever ask anything of me. 'Ladies are never in anybody else's debt'. My carriage had been torn up stripped in search of money. It continued to rain. For days and days it has rained. I have watched the water race down my window countless times. The lord was due back in six days. I slept most days out of boredom. He comes in regularly when I am sleeping. I know because he leaves the smell of ink, old parchment, and tea. I always miss the smell of him after all of the other nurses and doctors come in, but it is always back once I fall asleep.