. It’s t road to travel after dark t can be: track at all over t is sucter nig . You ter send  you he morning.”

    But ting on  one objection, one murmur, ed. It  return till midnigarved and tired enoug  out.  of duty; made an exertion; felt rengto do and deny, and ter terms h himself.

    I am afraid tried ience. It ook to no settled employment, but spent it in a sort of merry domestic dissipation. ty, acted on Diana and Mary’s spirits like some life-giving elixir: till noon, and from noon till nigalk; and tty, pit I preferred listening to, and s, to doing anyt. Jo rebuke our vivacity; but : ion scattered, and ing ts different districts.

    One morning at breakfast, Diana, after looking a little pensive for some minutes, asked  unchanged.”

    “Unco inform us t ure from England ively fixed for the ensuing year.

    “And Rosamond Oliver?” suggested Mary, to escape arily: for no sooner tered ture as if . Jo o read at meals—, and looked up,

    “Rosamond Oliver,” said  to be married to Mr. Granby, one of t connected and most estimable residents in S-, grandson and o Sir Frederic Granby: I elligence from erday.”

    ers looked at eac me;  him: he was serene as glass.

    “tc  up ily,” said Diana: “t her long.”

    “But t in October at ty ball at S-. But o a union, as in t case,  desirable, delays are unnecessary: to tted for tion.”

    t time I found St. Joer tion, I felt tempted to inquire if t distressed  tle to need sympat, so far from venturin