I complain of ill health, and you only say you hope 'tis not so bad as I make it.

You never enquire after your child.

I would fain flatter myself you have more kindness for me and him than you express; but I reflect with grief a man that is ashamed of passions that are natural and reasonable, is generally proud of those that [are] shameful and silly." Lady Mary, once having given vent to her feeling of injustice, was not concerned to mince her words: "You seem perfectly pleased with our separation, and indifferent how long it continues....

When I reflect on your behaviour, I am ashamed of my own: I think I am playing the part of my Lady Winchester.

At least be as generous as My Lord; and as he made early confession of his aversion, own to me your inconstancy, and upon my word I will give you no more trouble about it....