62 DELICATE POSITION. 



In an unhappy moment I had made that 

 man an obstacle to my happiness, and 

 now, by an act of Providence, that ob- 

 stacle was removed. 



If a writer of romance were to rack 

 his brain, he could hardly discover a 

 more difficult or delicate position for his 

 hero than that in which I was placed 

 by this sudden and unlocked for event. 

 If I went down to offer my condolence 

 to the Mother, and mix my tears with 

 the Daughters', I was taking advantage 

 of a dreadful bereavement to renew my 

 visits and prosecute my suit a natural 

 inference, against the very suspicion of 

 which, my spirit revolted. If I stayed 

 away, where was my regard, where my 

 sympathy, for the family in their dis- 

 tress ? 



In this dilemma I walked to my friend 

 the wine-merchant's, where two young 

 ladies were on a visit ; the daughters 

 of a wealthy citizen of Norwich, to one 



