That cub of a son is in London, and there are reports that he is very wild, and puts his father to much cost.

As to the man himself, they say he is surrounded by the lowest knaves, and it is rumoured that he has taken to drink for want of better company.

It is some comfort to me to think that, although the villain has my estates, he is getting no enjoyment out of them.
"However, I hope some day to have a reckoning with him.

The Stuarts must come to their own, sooner or later.

Until then I am content to rest quietly here in Sweden.".