me with redoubled tenderness:  talks to me upon the subjects I most delight to dwell upon:  as of my worthy parents; what they are doing at this time, and at that; of our intended journey to London; of the diversions of the town; of Miss Darnford’s company; and when he goes abroad, sends up my good Mrs. Jervis to me, because I should not be alone:  at other times, takes me abroad with him, brings this neighbour and that neighbour to visit; and carries me to visit them; talks of our journey to Kent, and into Lincolnshire, and to my Lady Davers’s, to Bath, to Tunbridge, and I can’t tell whither, when the apprehended time shall be over.—­In fine, my dear Miss Darnford, you cannot imagine one half of his tender goodness and politeness to me!—­Then he hardly ever goes to any distance, but brings some pretty present he thinks will be grateful to me.  When at home, he is seldom out of my company; delights to teach me French and Italian, and reads me pieces of manuscript poetry, in several of the modern tongues (for he speaks them all); explains to me every thing I understand not; delights to answer all my questions, and to encourage my inquisitiveness and curiosity, tries to give me a notion of pictures and medals, and reads me lectures upon them, for he has a fine collection of both; and every now and then will have it, that he has been improved by my questions and observations.

What say you to these things, my dear?  Do they come up to your first question? or do they not?  Or is not what I have said, a full answer, were I to say no more, to all your enquiries?

O my dear, I am thoroughly convinced, that half the misunderstandings, among married people, are owing to trifles, to petty distinctions, to mere words, and little captious follies, to over-weenings, or unguarded petulances:  and who would forego the solid satisfaction of life, for the sake of triumphing in such poor contentions, if one could triumph?

But you next require of me an instance, where, in complaisance to my will, he has receded from his own? I don’t know what to say to this.  When Mr. B. is all tenderness and indulgence, and requires of me nothing, that I can have a material objection to, ought I not to oblige him?  Can I have a will that is not his?  Or would it be excusable if I had? All little matters I cheerfully give up:  great ones have not yet occurred between us, and I hope never will.  One point, indeed, I have some apprehension may happen; and that, to be plain with you, is, we have had a debate or two on the subject (which I maintain) of a mother’s duty to nurse her own child; and I am sorry to say it, he seems more determined than I wish he were, against it.

I hope it will not proceed so far as to awaken the sleeping dragon I mentioned. Prerogative by name; but I doubt I cannot give up this point very contentedly.  But as to lesser points, had I been a duchess born, I think I would not have contested them with my husband.