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 everything for his arrival.

The father and daughter being thus agreed, there was little occasion for delay; an answer to the invalid's letter was sent by return of post, and on the fourth day from their receipt of the said epistle, the good old squire, his daughter, a country girl by way of abigail, the gray-headed butler, and two or three live pets, of the size and habits most convenient for travelling, were on their way to a city which at that time was gayer at least, if somewhat less splendid, than the metropolis.
On the second day of their arrival at Bath, Brandon (as in future, to avoid confusion, we shall call the younger brother, giving to the elder his patriarchal title of squire) joined them.
He was a man seemingly rather fond of parade, though at heart he disrelished and despised it.