Rose Stillwater did not start or change color this time. She had prepared herself for contingencies by taking a dose of morphine just before she left the hotel. But she drew her veil closely over her face, murmuring that the brightness of the sun hurt her eyes. Cora looked up and saw the tall, thin form of the church dignitary standing with a group of gentlemen near the gate leading to the train. The waiting room was crowded; a multitude was moving toward West Point. "It is well I engaged our rooms a week ago, or we might not have found accommodations," said Mr. Rockharrt, as he pressed with his party behind the crowd. Among the group of gentlemen surrounding the dean, was a Wall Street broker with whom old Aaron Rockharrt had been doing business for the last few days. This man was standing beside the dean, and both stood immediately in front of Mr. Rockharrt and his party. Presently the broker turned and saw the Iron King. "Oh, Mr. Rockharrt. Happy to meet you here. Going to the Point, as everybody else is? Fine day." "Yes; a fine day," responded the Iron King. At this moment the dean happened to turn his head. "You know the Dean of Olivet, of course, Mr. Rockharrt?" "No; I have not that pleasure." "Let me present you. Dean of Olivet, Mr. Rockharrt." Both gentlemen bowed. The Iron King held out his hand. "Happy to welcome you to America, Dean. Went to hear you preach yesterday morning. One of the finest sermons I ever heard in my life, I do assure you." The dean bowed very gravely. "Let me present you to my granddaughter, Mrs. Rothsay," said the old man. The dean bowed gravely to the young lady, who bent her head. "And to our friend, Mrs. Stillwater," continued the old gentleman, waving his hand again. "Why, where is she? Why, Cora, where is Mrs. Stillwater?" demanded the Iron King in amazement. "I do not know. I have just missed her," said the young lady. "Well, upon my soul! For the power of vanishing she excels all living creatures. Pray, Cora, does she carry a fairy cap in her pocket, and put it on when she wishes to make herself invisible?" "I think, sir, that she has been pressed away from us in the crowd. We shall find her when we get through the gate into more space." "Well, I hope so." "She is quite able to take care of herself, sir. Pray do not be alarmed. She will be sure to find us." "Well, I hope so. Yes; of course she will." At this moment the gates were opened. "Take my arm. Don't let me lose you in the crowd. I suppose Mrs. Stillwater cannot fail to join us. Oh! of course not! She knows the train, and there is but one." He drew Cora's hand close under his arm, and holding it tightly, followed the multitude through the gate, looking all around in search of Rose Stillwater. But she was nowhere to be seen. "She may have gotten ahead of us, and be on the train. Come on!" said Mr. Rockharrt, as he hurried his granddaughter along and pushed her upon the platform. The cars were rapidly filling.