"P.S. I find that my friend Lord Mauleverer is at Bath; I own that is an additional reason to take me thither; by a letter from him, received the other day, I see that he has paid you a visit, and he now raves about his host and the heiress. Ah, Miss Lucy, Miss Lucy! are you going to conquer him whom all London has, for years more than I care to tell, (yet not many, for Mauleverer is still young,) assailed in vain? Answer me!"
This letter created a considerable excitement in Warlock House. The old Squire was extremely fond of his brother, and grieved to the heart, to find that he spoke so discouragingly of his health. Nor did the Squire for a moment hesitate at accepting the proposal to join his distinguished relative at Bath. Lucy also,—who had for her uncle, possibly from his profuse yet not indelicate flattery, a very great regard and interest, though she had seen but little of him,—urged the Squire to lose no time in arranging matters for their departure, so as to precede the Barrister, and prepare every thing for his arrival. The father and daughter being thus agreed, there was little occasion for delay; an answer to the invalid's letter
