Should I tell you that I am uneasy, that I am out of humour, and out of patience, should I see you half an hour the sooner?
I believe you have kindness enough for me to be very sorry, and so you would tell me; and things remain in their primitive state; I chuse to spare you that pain; I would always give you pleasure.

I know you are ready to tell me that I do not ever keep to these good maxims.

I confess I often speak impertinently, but I always repent of it.

My last stupid letter was not come to you, before I would have had it back again had it been in my power; such as it was, I beg your pardon for it." In May, 1713, Lady Mary was delivered of a boy, who was christened after his father, Edward Wortley Montagu.

Some account of his unsatisfactory career will be given in a later chapter.