ABSTRACT

I had scarcely attained my third year, when Lady Aubrey gave hopes of presenting Sir Edward an heir to his estate and title. From this period her fondness for me evidently diminished; my artless and lively manners began to fatigue her; I was too boisterous to remain long in her presence, and too wild to be trusted where her eyes did not perpetually follow me: not so much on my account was she watchful, as on her own: the idea of any accident was terrible in Lady Aubrey’s precarious situation, and I was deprived of every pleasure, in order to ensure her safety.