The young lady fell hopelessly in love with my father at Bath.

She gave out that he was not to be for one moment accused of having encouraged her by secret addresses.

It was her unsolicited avowal--thought by my aunt Dorothy immodest, not by me--that she preferred him to all living men.

Her name was Anna Penrhys.
The squire one morning received a letter from her family, requesting him to furnish them with information as to the antecedents of a gentleman calling himself Augustus Fitz-George Frederick William Richmond Guelph Roy, for purposes which would, they assured him, warrant the inquiry.

He was for throwing the letter aside, shouting that he thanked his God he was unacquainted with anybody on earth with such an infernal list of names as that.