enjoy I was content with, and should not have depended on your false professions which have been my ruin.
You were shortly after this taken ill of a complaint which confined you to your bed, when you were somewhat recovered you went to live at Hampstead; there Mr. G. was your constant visitor, and as he could sleep upon a sopha (sic) in your parlour, he always stayed at night. I visited you occasionally twice or thrice; from some circumstances I was asked to stay at night; but though I did not then observe it, not supposing it proceeded from any cause, my little boy was always asked to accompany and sleep with me, Mr. G. being as usual on the sopha (sic).
Upon your recovery, you took your present residence near Paddington, which, for what reason I know not, was kept a profound secret from me. One day before you went to reside there, Mr. G. took me to see it, we met you on the road, you seemed extremely offended with Mr. G. for having done so: I did not see you again for near a month, when I went by invitation for the first time to Westbourn.
Having heard you were thinking of performing, from Mr. G. I said I was happy to find you thought yourself well enough to venture doing so; from what cause I am still ignorant, you flew into so violent a rage no words can describe, and in your passion, which astonished me, you used these words, "I suppose Mr. G. you keep nothing a secret that concerns me from Mrs. G."
As I could not comprehend what so much good passion was wasted for, and disgusted with your conduct I left the room,

secretly resolving to visit you in future but as seldom as possible, and which I adhered to ever after, for many reasons which I shall mention.
You this summer again visited Dublin, notwithstanding the violent resentment you had so often expressed against Mr. Jones, for what you called his ill-treatment of you, censuring his conduct to every one, during your residence in Dublin. We had at this time taken a house in London intending to settle there, I giving up all thoughts of the stage.
When you returned home, things fell into their former course; Mr. G. continually dining with you, and always staying at nights. I never seeing you but at a morning visit, and that seldom. The approaching birth of my last child, and my attention to him afterwards furnished me with an excuse for withdrawing my visits, which you seemed as well pleased as myself to avail yourself of.
My spirits had by this time sunk to the lowest degree, I every day saw my expenses naturally increase, and my little fortune decrease without a probability of preventing it by any exertions on my part.
Three years had elapsed since I had come to London, when, in an evil hour, a Mr. M'Cready by overbidding all competitors had got the lease of the new Manchester theatre: we hearing he wanted a partner in the concern, Mr. G. wrote to him, saying he wished to unite with him; the money demanded was £ 3,500 besides a sum to be stipulated towards the present necessary expenditures. Mr. G. saw so many probable advantages in the scheme, that he agreed to give him his demand, to be wholly