Cora looked up and saw the tall, thin form of the church dignitary standing with a group of gentlemen near the gate leading to the train.
The waiting room was crowded; a multitude was moving toward West Point.
"It is well I engaged our rooms a week ago, or we might not have found accommodations," said Mr. Rockharrt, as he pressed with his party behind the crowd.
Among the group of gentlemen surrounding the dean, was a Wall Street broker with whom old Aaron Rockharrt had been doing business for the last few days.
This man was standing beside the dean, and both stood immediately in front of Mr. Rockharrt and his party.
Presently the broker turned and saw the Iron King.
"Oh, Mr. Rockharrt. Happy to meet you here. Going to the Point, as everybody else is? Fine day."
"Yes; a fine day," responded the Iron King.
At this moment the dean happened to turn his head.
"You know the Dean of Olivet, of course, Mr. Rockharrt?"