'My own, best, dearest Love I do believe I should have gone out of my senses, if your letter had been a day longer of coming. As it was they were obilged to put leeches on my temples to keep me quiet: they thought it was the fatigue of travelling which had made me ill again; and I did not take any pains to undeceive them. My God! what should I suffer, were I indeed to lose your regard, when the apprehension discomposes me thus?'