And by the kindling passion in my breast,
Which through my riddles you had almost read,
Adjured so strongly, I will tell you all.
In her school years, then bordering on fifteen,
Or haply not much past, she loved a youth—
Selby. My most ingenuous Widow—
Mrs. F. Met him oft
By stealth, where I still of the party was—
Selby. Prime confidant to all the school, I warrant,
And general go-between—