They went straight through without, as before, stopping overnight at Baltimore.  Consequently they reached New York on Thursday noon.

Mr. Rockharrt telegraphed to the Cozzens Hotel at West Point to secure a suite of rooms, and then he took his own party to the Blank House.

When they were comfortably installed in their apartments and had had dinner, he said to his companions: 

“I have business which may detain me in the city for several days.  We need not, however, put in an appearance at the Military Academy before Monday morning.  Meanwhile you two may amuse yourselves as you please, but must not look to me to escort you anywhere.  Here are fine stores, art galleries, parks, matinees and what not, where women may be trusted alone;” and having laid down the law, his majesty marched off to bed, leaving the two young widows to themselves, in the private parlor of their suite.

They also retired to the double-bedded chamber, which, to Cora’s annoyance, had been engaged for their joint occupancy.  She detested to be brought into such close intimacy with Rose Stillwater, and longed for the hour of her brother’s release from the academy, and his appointment to some post of duty, however distant, where she might join him, and so escape the humiliation of her present position.  However, she tried to bear the mortification as best she might, thankful that she and her unwelcome chum, while occupying the same chamber, were not obliged to sleep in the same bed.

Truly, Rose Stillwater felt how unpleasant her companionship was to her former pupil, but she showed no consciousness of this.  She comported herself with great discretion—­not forcing conversation on her unwilling room mate, lest she should give offense; and it was the policy of this woman to “avoid offenses,” nor yet did she keep total silence, lest she should seem to be sulky; for it was also her policy always to seem amiable and happy.  So, though Cora never voluntarily addressed one word to her, yet Rose occasionally spoke sweetly some commonplace about the weather, their room, the bill of fare at dinner, and so on; to all of which observations she received brief replies.

Both were relieved when they were in their separate beds and the gas was turned off—­Rose that she need act a difficult part no more that night, but could lie down, and, under the cover of the darkness, gather her features in a cloud of wrath, and silently curse Corona Rothsay; Cora, that she was freed from the sight of the deceitful face and the sound of the lying tongue.

Fatigued by their long journey, both soon fell asleep, and slept well, until the horrible sound of the gong awakened them—­the gong in those days used to summon guests to the public breakfast table.

Cora sprang out of bed with one fear—­that her grandfather was up and waiting for his breakfast, though that gong had really nothing to do with any of their meals, which were always to be served in their private parlor.