"Oh, he was a learned divine and eloquent orator. He was well connected, too. It would seem that a very few months after his step-daughter's flight he was inducted into that rich living for which he had been waiting so many years. From that position his rise was slow indeed, covering a period of twenty years, until a few months ago, when he was made Dean of Olivet." "To think that a man capable of quarreling with his wife and ill-using their step-child should fill so sacred a position in the church!" exclaimed Cora. "Yes; but you see, my dear, the church is his profession, not his vocation. He is a brilliant pulpit orator, with influential friends; but every brilliant pulpit orator is not necessarily a saint. And as for his quarreling with his wife and ill-using their step-daughter, we have heard but one side of that story." When they entered the Rockhold drawing room they found Mrs. Rockharrt alone. She arose and came forward and received them with a smile. "Your grandfather, my dear," she explained to Cora, "came home later than usual from North End, and very much more than usually fatigued. Immediately after dinner he lay down and I left him asleep." "Where is Uncle Clarence?" inquired Corona. "He remains at the works for the night. Will you have this chair, love?" said Rose, pulling forward a luxurious "sleepy hollow." "No, thank you. I must go to my room and change my dress. Will you excuse me for half an hour, Uncle Fabian?" inquired Cora. "Most willingly, my dear," replied Mr. Fabian, with a very pleased look. Cora left the room. "I will go with you," exclaimed Rose, turning pale and starting up to follow the young lady. "No. You will not," said Mr. Fabian, in a tone of authority, as he laid his hand heavily on the woman's shoulder. "Sit down. I have something to say to you." CHAPTER XXII. FABIAN AND ROSE. "What do you mean?" "I should rather ask what do you mean, or rather what did you mean, by daring to marry any honest man, and of all men--Aaron Rockharrt? It was the most audacious challenging of destruction that the most reckless desperado could venture upon." Fabian Rockharrt continued, mercilessly: "Do you not know what, if Mr. Rockharrt were to discover the deception you put upon him, he might do and think himself justified in doing to you?" Rose shuddered in silence. "The very least that he would do would be to turn you out of his house, without a dollar, and shut his doors on you forever. Then what would become of you? Who would take you in?" "Oh, Fabian!" she screamed at last. "Do not talk to me so. You will frighten me into hysterics." "Now don't make a noise. For if you do, you will precipitate the catastrophe that you fear. Be quiet, I beg you," said Mr. Fabian, composedly, putting his thumbs in his vest pockets and leaning back. "Why do you say such cruel things to me, then? Such inconsistent things, too. If I was good enough to marry you, I was good enough to marry your father."