Sunday, 10th of May, 1895.

Journal,

I have been terribly busy. You shall never guess what has transpired here, for it has been chaos! I am sure Jack would see it as a bad thing, but without chaos, where would that leave us? In the dreary bore of well-behaved society.

Well, first of all, my plan did not go to plan. It was a perfect plan, of course, and everyone believed that I was Mr. Ernest Worthing- I even gave them Jack's card, that said "Mr. Ernest Worthing, B. 4, Albany". What left my plan in shambles did not in anyway stem from an error of mine. No! Guess which lovely liar decided to show up today? Jack. He turned up, despite telling Gwendolen that he would be in town until Monday, wearing a suit of mourning, telling everyone that "I" had died. Of course, by then, I had already introduced myself to everyone as "Ernest", and so the situation was quickly "rectified", with everyone now believing that Jack had been misinformed of his brothers (Aka, of my) death. While he has gone along with this lie, he is furious with me. I can't see why. He was the one that lied about having a brother Ernest, and he was the one who told me about it! What could I be expected to do? Just sit at home, knowing that there was a beautiful young ward just dying to meet "my" acquaintance! No! He knew I would have to meet her, and so really this whole thing is his fault! He has tried to order me back to London, but I have refused to go. After all, how could I leave my future-wife here!

Yes, you heard me right, Journal.

I have asked dear, sweet Cecily to be my wife.

The instant my eyes fell upon her, I knew that we would enter into the holy and blessed institution of matrimony. She is simply the image of perfection, I tell you, Journal. I curse Jack for keeping her from me all these years. How dare he! We could have been living in perfect happiness these past years, and he, the cruel, sadist he is, did not even tell me of her existence. He is not aware of our engagement yet, and I feel that with his own wanting to marry Gwendolen, he should not object. Though, she is eighteen, and more than capable of making her own decisions. If he does object, then hopefully we will not need his approval. Even if he does approve- and he should- I do not feel that I shall ever forgive him for such a great injustice. How dare he keep her from me. No, I shall never get over such great injustice. Never.

But, we are engaged to be married. My Cecily and I shall be together in holy matrimony for the duration of our lives.

There is one hitch, though, that should be, well, cleared up by this evening.

She still believes my name is Ernest.

Not only that, but she has disclosed to me that if my name were not Ernest, but something like Algernon, she may not have agreed to marry me at all!

Now, that simply cannot happen. If she called off our engagement over something as silly as a name (And she has called out engagement off once before, though not over a name- According to her, we have been engaged since the 14th of February, didn't you know?), then I simply could not live the rest of my life knowing I could have done something about it.

So, I have spoken with the priest, and he as agreed to baptise me at five-thirty this evening. The baptism will be a very quiet event, and she will not know of it. Afterwards, though, I shall truly be her Ernest, and we can marry without any false pretences.

Again, dear Journal, I am afraid that I must take my leave. I hear Jack- the devil- calling for me. He sounds furious (Then again, he has been since he discovered my arrival here).

So, farewell, Journal. This is the last time I will sign under the name of Algy, for tomorrow I shall be Mr. Ernest Worthing.

Goodbye, Journal. Say your farewells to Mr. Algernon Moncrieff- a sophisticated name if ever there was one, and be prepared for the arrival of Mr. Ernest Worthing.

With love,

Mr. Algernon Moncrieff. Aka,

Algy.