'Tis candle-light, or I should not conclude so soon.
"Pray, my dear, begin at the top, and read till you come to the bottom." Montagu, for his part, was somewhat careless as regards correspondence--for which offence she rebuked him more than once, but in the most flattering manner.
"I am at present in so much uneasiness, my letter is not likely to be intelligible, if it all resembles the confusion of my head.

I sometimes imagine you not well, and sometimes that you think of it small importance to write, or that greater matters have taken up your thoughts.

This last imagination is too cruel for me.

I will rather fancy your letter has miscarried, though I find little probability to think so.

I know not what to think, and am very near being distracted, amongst my variety of dismal apprehensions.