Rosalie’s Diary
Rosalie’s Diary
I haven’t written in my diary in weeks. After the wedding Charles took me to a mountain retreat in Mount Mogan, which has
become a fashionable place for foreigners to build summer homes. It was cool, both the weather and the people we met. In marrying
me, Charles has lowered his status in white society. He said he didn’t care, that I was all he needed in this life.
Mr. Burnett has cut ties with Charles. At least Lennox Manor was a gift, the deed signed over to Charles, and it can’t be
taken away, so we have a place to live. Yet I wish we didn’t live here. It’s my home now but I can’t tell Charles I hate living
here. It’s so far away from Shanghai. At night it creaks and drafts seem to whistle their way in, and the wind practically
howls as it funnels down the chimney. I heard the servants gossiping about the previous owner, who went bankrupt. Mason Burnett
bought this house for Charles, expecting him to marry Miss Drummond. Lennox Manor is unlucky.