My Lady,
As much as I'm as delighted as usual by each letter I receive from you, how come I have a hard time believing the last one you sent me? Firstly, while you assure me that you're fine and there is no cause for worry, I cannot help but notice that you have not complained that the medicine was too much like I would have expected you to. Has it been stored for later use, or did my lady, in fact, conceal how injured you are? You usually skim over and ignore matters you're reluctant to speak about, but this is the one I will absolutely not let go of. Why can't my lady allow me to at least know of her well-being or, much to my frustration, allow me to worry adequately when you're most unwell? That won't do, and I am sending more medicine as promptly as possible by way of Augusta; that sh
