"I won't," said the doctor; "but now I must go and see how Mr. Rockharrt is getting on, and take leave to look after my other patients." And he left the breakfast room, followed by Mr. Fabian. "You and Sylvan will not leave Rockhold for some time," said Violet, with a little air of triumph. "Sylvan must leave this morning. I shall remain until grandfather gets well," said Cora--"or dies," she added, mentally. In a few minutes Dr. Cummins returned and said that Mr. Rockharrt would see Lieutenant Haught first, and afterward the other members of his family. Then the physician bade the family good morning, and left the house. Sylvan went up stairs to their grandfather's room. There they found Mr. Fabian seated by the bedside. Old Martha had gone to her garret to lie down and rest. The windows were all open, and the summer sun and air lighted and cooled the room. "Come here, Sylvan," said the Iron King, and his voice, though hoarse and feeble, was peremptory. "The young lieutenant went up to the bedside and said: "I hope you are feeling better this morning, sir." "I hope so, too; but don't let us waste words in compliments. Cummins tells me that you wished to bid me good-by." "Yes, sir." "Well, bid good-by, then." "Grandfather, have you anything to say to me before I go?" respectfully inquired the young man. "If I had, don't you suppose that I could say it? Well, if you wish advice, I will give it you very briefly: You are an 'officer and a gentleman'--that is the phrase, I believe?" "I hope so, sir." "Then behave as one under all circumstances. Never lie--even to women; never cheat--even the government. That is all. I cannot bless you if that is what you want. No man can bless another--not even the Pope of Rome or the Archbishop of Canterbury. No one under heaven can bless you. You can only bless yourself by doing your whole duty under all circumstances. You will have men in authority over you. Obey them. You will have authority over other men. Make them obey you. There, good-by!" said old Aaron Rockharrt, holding out his hand to his grandson. Sylvan noticed how that hand shook as its aged owner held it up. He took it, lifted it to his lips, and pressed it to his heart. "There, there; don't be foolish, Sylvan! Good-by! Good-by! And you, Fabian! What are you loitering here for, when you should be looking after the works?" impatiently demanded the Iron King. "The carriage stands at the door, sir, waiting to take Sylvan to his train. I shall go with him as far as North End and try to do your work there in addition to my own." "Quite right. Where is Clarence?" "At North End, sir, where he went directly after he saw you safe in bed under the doctor's care," said Mr. Fabian, lying as fast as a horse could trot. "Very well. Send the two women here." "There happen to be three women below at present, sir. Violet has come to see you."