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and he found daily business in visiting the sick and poor in its
different districts.
One morning at breakfast, Diana, after looking a little pensive for
some minutes, asked him, 'If his plans were yet unchanged.'
'Unchanged and unchangeable,' was the reply. And he proceeded to
inform us that his departure from England was now definitely fixed for
the ensuing year.
'And Rosamond Oliver?' suggested Mary, the words seeming to
escape her lips involuntarily: for no sooner had she uttered them,
than she made a gesture as if wishing to recall them. St. John had a
book in his hand- it was his unsocial custom to read at meals- he
closed it, and looked up.
'Rosamond Oliver,' said he, 'is about to be married to Mr.
Granby, one of the best connected and most estimable residents in
from her father yesterday.'
His sisters looked at each other and at me; we all three looked
at him: he was serene as glass.
'The match must have been got up hastily,' said Diana: 'they cannot
have known each other long.'
But where there are no obstacles to a union, as in the present case,
where the connection is in every point desirable, delays are