'How did he guess that Rosa was likely to marry?
Good Heaven Cornelius, you seem doomed to bring bad news always, do you not!' 'I do,' said Cornelius.

'Poor Rosa!' It was almost in tears, so great was their heart-sickness and shame, that the brothers walked the remainder of the way to Joshua's dwelling.

In the evening they set out to meet Rosa, bringing her to the village in a fly; and when she had come into the house, and was sitting down with them, they almost forgot their secret anxiety in contemplating her, who knew nothing about it.
Next day the Fellmers came, and the two or three days after that were a lively time.

That the squire was yielding to his impulses--making up his mind--there could be no doubt.

On Sunday Cornelius read the lessons, and Joshua preached.