Dearest Journal,

I must admit that I feel rather foolish looking over what I wrote yesterday. Mrs. Avril Nott was perfectly sweet to me and we rather enjoyed our tea. Indeed conversation hardly lacked at all. While she is neither Nora nor Helga, perhaps I might find a new friend in the young lady. I look forward to spending more time with her in the future. While I do not think she will think of me as a blood sister any time soon, I do hope that we shall have a wonderful relationship in the coming years. For a friendship may be as beautiful as a sisterly bond - at least as my own experience has taught me. For Bella and I were more like sisters than Bella and Minty - at least that is how I have always felt. Not that I would dare admit that to Minty.

I did find out that recently Mrs. Nott and her husband, Mr. Warwick Nott, bought their own townhouse in London. I suspect it is because Mrs. Nott wanted to remain near her family. I can hardly fault her for such a belief. Had I as close a family as it seems to me the Lukesons are I too would loath to be away from my family. As conversation yesterday surrounded this reminded me yet again of the Flint Townhouse.

I had originally thought to speak to my husband about the matter, but then convinced myself that perhaps it would be better to keep it to myself. To hold onto the secret until such a time as I could present it as a surprise for him. A gift so to speak. Perhaps it might even be a home of our own one day? Such were my thoughts, but then I allowed myself to push it aside in my own endeavors to keep busy. Besides, I begin to doubt if Ace would even want a home of our own. His mother seems to depend on him terribly much and I do think that he would not want to be far from her while she is still recovering from her ordeal. But again perhaps Ace is of the same mind as myself and wishes to one day have a home of our own? The only way to find out, I suppose, is to speak to him about such things. I do wish to know more of the house before I do. All I have been left with are memories as dusty as the sheets on the furniture in the house. I have, therefore, decided to visit the Townhouse in the coming days to determine the state of it. Then, depending on what I have found, I shall speak to Ace of it and what he thinks we should do with it.

Lucille