ABSTRACT
Spencer Fitzroy was, at that moment, at no great distance. He had been for some days quartered, with a small detachment, in a town in the neighbourhood. They were on a recruiting expedition; a business for which he was always selected; to win over every man, and to subdue every woman, by his eloquence, or his arts, being alike the object of his ambition. Having now nobody that interested him at Woodlands, and being besides engaged in the prosecution of some designs, which he knew Lord Torrendale’s / pride, or his principle, would lead him to disapprove, he had not deemed it necessary to announce his arrival to the family; and it might have continued unknown to them, for some time longer, if an accidental meeting had not led to the discovery he was most desirous to prevent.
