"It will be a curious study, Cora, to see who will rule in this new firm. I believe it is universally conceded that when an old man marries a pretty young wife, he becomes her slave. But our honored grandfather has been absolute monarch so long that I doubt if he can be reduced to servitude." "I have no doubts on the subject," replied his sister. "I have been watching them. He is not subjugated by Rose. He is not foolishly in love with her, at his age. He likes her as he likes other agreeable accessories for his own sake. I have neither respect nor affection for Rose, yet I feel some compassion for her now. Whatever the drudgery of her life as governess may have been since she left us, long ago, it has been nothing, nothing to the penal servitude of the life upon which she has now entered. The hardest-worked governess, seamstress, or servant has some hours in the twenty-four, and some nook in the house that she can call her own where she can rest and be quiet. But Rose Rockharrt will have no such relief! Do I not remember my dear grandmother's life? And my grandfather really did love her, if he ever loved any one on earth. This misguided young woman fondly hopes to be the ideal old man's darling. She deceives herself. She will be his slave, by day and night seldom out of his sight, never out of his service and surveillance. Possibly--for she is not a woman of principle--she may end by running away from her master, and that before long." Cora's last words brought them to the "Ladies' Entrance" of their hotel. "Go up stairs, Cora, and I will step into the office and see if there are any letters," said Sylvan. Mrs. Rothsay went up into their private sitting room, dropped into a chair, took off her bonnet and began to fan herself, for her midday walk had been a very warm one. Presently Sylvan came up with a letter in his hand. "For you, Cora, from Uncle Fabian! There is a foreign mail just in." "Give it to me." Sylvan handed her the letter, Cora opened it, glanced over it, and exclaimed: "Uncle Fabian says that he will be home the last of this month." CHAPTER XVIII. A CRISIS AT ROCKHOLD. Brother and sister went to Newport and spent a month. The Dean of Olivet was in the town, but they never met him because they never went into society. Toward the last of June, Corona proposed that they should go at once to Rockhold. The next morning brother and sister took the early train for New York. On the morning of the second day they took the express train for Baltimore, where they stopped for another night. And on the morning of the third day they took the early train for North End, where they arrived at sunset. They went to the hotel to get dinner and to engage the one hack of the establishment to take them to Rockhold. Almost the first man they met on the hotel porch was Mr. Clarence, who rushed to meet them.