They all retired at nine o'clock that night so as to rise very early next day.
CHAPTER XV.
AT THE ACADEMY.
It was a splendid May morning. Our travelers were out of bed at half-past four o'clock. The sun was just rising when they sat down to their early breakfast.
Mr. Rockharrt seemed stronger and brighter than he had been since his arrival in New York.
The Sabbath day's complete rest had certainly refreshed him.
Immediately after breakfast they left the hotel, entered the carriage which had been engaged for them and drove to the Hudson River depot.
"There's the dean!" exclaimed Mr. Rockharrt, as they entered the waiting room. "He must be going on the same train with us."
Rose Stillwater did not start or change color this time. She had prepared herself for contingencies by taking a dose of morphine just before she left the hotel. But she drew her veil closely over her face, murmuring that the brightness of the sun hurt her eyes.