Cora did not reply to this rhapsody. Then Rose inquired:
"Does your grandfather go regularly to look after the works as he used to do?"
"Mr. Rockharrt drives to North End every day," replied Cora.
"It is amazing, at his age," said Rose.
"Some acute observer has said that 'age is a movable feast.' Age, no more than death, is a respecter of persons or of periods. Men grow old, as they die, at any age. Some grow old at fifty, others not before they are a hundred. I think Mr. Rockharrt belongs to the latter class."
"I am sure he does."
Cora did not confirm this statement.
Rose made another venture in conversation:
"So both the gentlemen go every day to the works?"
"Mr. Rockharrt goes every day. Mr. Clarence usually remains there from Monday morning until Saturday evening."