I guess it is stalking, only the modern day equivalent (now termed Facestalking), albeit it without you having to hang out by the dumpster behind your intended's building to sift through her garbage for old underwear or loose strands of hair.

By this little digression into Gascony, the Duke had an opportunity... to re-inforce himself with some particular Servants of his.

Spencer. The newcomer. The slender, dark-haired loverman.

If our Artist lodgeth her in the out-rooms of his soul for a night or two, it is rather to heare then believe her relations