K the ghost K ESME of GOREY Saturday, April the Seventeenth Attended Lord and Lady Musgrove's dinner party tonight. I went with the sole hope of picking up some decent monster hunting tips (Uncle has promised I may take a tour when I turn twenty-one), but rapidly began to fear that I would hear nothing useful at all. I think it is perfectly ridiculous the way Perdina Meeks chatters on about all the monsters she has killed, when I know perfectly well she screams upon seeing a mouse. What a torment it was to hear her discuss werewolves as though she knew everything. I know for a fact that it is silver and not iron (as she says) that has the desired adverse effect upon their physiology. There had been nothing but silly chatter from Perdina, and on my left I was seated closest to Lord Gorey. He was delightfully dark and brooding. Becoming a widower does bring out the best in certain Gentlemen. But all of his attention was devoted to Miss Benedicta Basilio, though I think she is not so sympathetic as she pretends. If only I had been seated down at the opposite end of the table! Lady Musgrove has been on any number of hunts, and her cabinet of Ghost Glass is, by itself, quite worthy of being showcased within a museum. One hears rumors she has got the ghost of George Plantagenet, the First Duke of Clarence— though, of course, she cannot brag upon it. The Crown frowns upon their family being held in private collections. "I cannot, I will not cease my efforts until I see my wife again!" Lord Gorey's vehemence drew my attention back to my left. "I am only concerned for your safety," Miss Basilio said. “One never knows the disposition of the dead. They can be quite... unpredictable.” “I will attend upon J.W. Wells, and what is more, the appointment is already set for this Wednesday evening!" Perdina's face was alight with interest. "J.W. Wells? Is he not the proprietor of J.W. Wells and Co., Family Sorcerers? Is there to be a séance for your departed wife? A séance! How exciting!" Her voice carried easily across the floral centerpiece. The entire table stopped their conversation to hear Lord Gorey's reply. In moments, it was settled. Perdina had invited herself, and after that, the rest of the table. Lord Gorey could hardly deny the privilege. The séance is hence to be a public event—or, at the very least, it has ceased being private. Lord and Lady Musgrove had the compassion to claim a prior engagement, but I cannot afford to be so kind. If Lady Musgrove will not be in attendance, I feel someone with sense and an untarnished perspective should be. In addition, Aunt and Uncle have never allowed me to attend a séance, and I have always been most curious.