Further, or check ill curiosity,
That tempts me to more loss.—The name, the name
Of this fine youth?
Mrs. F. What boots it, if 'twere told?
Selby. Now, by our loves,
And by my hopes of happier wedlocks, some day
To be accomplish'd, give me his name!
Mrs. F. 'Tis no such serious matter. It was—Huntingdon.
Selby. How have three little syllables pluck'd from me
A world of countless hopes!—