"They will marry unless something should happen to prevent them. I do wish Fabian was at home."
"So do I, with all my heart."
The glad bursts of music which had drowned their voices, slowly sank into soft and dreamy tones.
Then Clarence and Corona ceased their whispered conversation.
Soon the dinner bell rang and the family party went into the dining room.
On Monday morning active preparations were commenced for their journey to New York. Not one more word was spoken about the marriage of June and January, nor could either Clarence or Corona judge by the manner of the ill sorted pair whether the subject had been mentioned between them.
On Wednesday of that week Mr. Rockharrt, accompanied by Mrs. Stillwater and Mrs. Rothsay, left Rockhold for New York, leaving Mr. Clarence in charge of the works at North End.
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: