"Do you know by what train we go to West Point to-morrow?"
"By the 7:30 a.m. So that we may arrive in good time for the commencement. We must retire very early to-night, for we must be up betimes in the morning. But sit down; you really look very languid," said Cora, and taking the hand of her companion, she led her to the sofa and made her recline upon it. Then Cora resumed her own seat.
"Thank you, darling," cooed Rose.
There was silence in the room for a few moments. Mr. Rockharrt slept on. Cora took up her book. Rose was the first to speak.
"I wonder if the new lion, the Dean of Olivet, will go to West Point to-morrow," she said in a tone of seeming indifference.
"Oh, yes! It is in all the papers. He is to be the guest of the chaplain," replied Cora.
"I wonder what train he will go by."
"Oh, I don't know that. He may go by the night boat."
"The Dean of Olivet would never travel on Sunday night."
"But he might hold service and preach on the boat."