e, and for the same reason. I think this is very well observed, and I
unfolded the letter to tell you it.

Cut off those two notes above; and see the nine pounds indorsed, and
receive the other; and send me word how my accounts stand, that they
may be adjusted by Nov. 1.(22) Pray be very particular; but the twenty
pounds I lend you is not to be included: so make no blunder. I won't
wrong you, nor you shan't wrong me; that is the short. O Lord, how stout
Presto is of late! But he loves MD more than his life a thousand times,
for all his stoutness; tell them that; and that I'll swear it, as hope
saved, ten millions of times, etc. etc.

I open my letter once more, to tell Stella that if she does not use
exercise after her waters, it will lose all the effects of them: I
should not live if I did not take all opportunities of walking. Pray,
pray, do this, to oblige poor Presto.

LETTER 30.

WINDSOR, Sept. 8, 1711.

I made the coachman stop, and put in my twenty-ninth at the post-office
at two o'clock to-day, as I was going to Lord Treasurer, with whom I
dined, and came here by a quarter-past eight; but the moon shone, and so
we were not in much danger of overturning; which, however, he values not
a straw, and only laughs when I chide at him for it. There was
nobody but he and I, and we supped together, with Mr. Masham, and Dr.
Arbuthnot, the Queen's favourite physician, a Scotchman. I could not
keep myself awake after supper, but did all I was able to disguise it,
and thought I came off clear; but, at parting, he told me I had got my
nap already. It is now one o'clock; but he loves sitting up late.

9. The Queen is still in the gout, but recovering: she saw company in
her bed-chamber after church; but the crowd was so great, I could not
see her. I dined with my brother Sir William Wyndham,(1) and some others
of our Society, to avoid the great tables on Sunday at Windsor, which I
hate. The usual company supped to-night at Lord Treasurer's, which was
Lord Keeper, Mr. Secretary, George Granville, Masham, Arbuthnot, and
I. But showers have hindered me from walking to-day, and that I do not
love.--Noble fruit, and I dare not eat a bit. I ate one fig to-day, and
sometimes a few mulberries, because it is said they are wholesome, and
you know a good name does much. I shall return to town to-morrow, though
I thought to have stayed a week, to be at leisure for something I am
doing. But I have put it off till next; for I sha