"By the 7:30 a.m. So that we may arrive in good time for the commencement. We must retire very early to-night, for we must be up betimes in the morning. But sit down; you really look very languid," said Cora, and taking the hand of her companion, she led her to the sofa and made her recline upon it. Then Cora resumed her own seat. "Thank you, darling," cooed Rose. There was silence in the room for a few moments. Mr. Rockharrt slept on. Cora took up her book. Rose was the first to speak. "I wonder if the new lion, the Dean of Olivet, will go to West Point to-morrow," she said in a tone of seeming indifference. "Oh, yes! It is in all the papers. He is to be the guest of the chaplain," replied Cora. "I wonder what train he will go by." "Oh, I don't know that. He may go by the night boat." "The Dean of Olivet would never travel on Sunday night." "But he might hold service and preach on the boat." "Oh, yes; so he might." "What on earth are you talking about? When will dinner be ready?" demanded old Aaron Rockharrt, waking up from his nap. Straightening himself up and looking around, he saw Rose Stillwater. "Oh, my dear, are you better of your headache?" "Yes, thank you, Mr. Rockharrt." "You look pale, as if you had gone through a sharp siege, if a short one. You should have told me in the pew, and allowed me to take you here, not ventured out alone, when you were in such pain." "But I did not wish to attract the least attention, so I slipped out unperceived while everybody's heads were bent in prayer." "All very well, my dear; but pray don't venture on such a step again. I am always at your service to attend you. Now, Cora, ring for dinner to be served. It was ordered for five o'clock, I think, and it is five minutes past," said Mr. Rockharrt, consulting his watch. Cora arose, but before she could reach the bell, the door was opened, and the waiter appeared to lay the cloth. After dinner the Iron King went into a little room attached to the suite, which he used as a smoking den. The two young women settled themselves to read. They all retired at nine o'clock that night so as to rise very early next day. CHAPTER XV. AT THE ACADEMY. It was a splendid May morning. Our travelers were out of bed at half-past four o'clock. The sun was just rising when they sat down to their early breakfast. Mr. Rockharrt seemed stronger and brighter than he had been since his arrival in New York. The Sabbath day's complete rest had certainly refreshed him. Immediately after breakfast they left the hotel, entered the carriage which had been engaged for them and drove to the Hudson River depot. "There's the dean!" exclaimed Mr. Rockharrt, as they entered the waiting room. "He must be going on the same train with us."