Here the carriage drew up before the solitary station house.
Soon the train ran in and stopped. Old Aaron Rockharrt got out and handed down his wife, before turning to face his sons. A man and maid servant, loaded down with handbags, umbrellas, waterproofs, and shawls, got out of another car.
"Fabian, put Mrs. Rockharrt into the carriage. I shall step into the waiting room to speak to the ticket agent," said old Aaron Rockharrt, as he strode off to the building.
Fabian Rockharrt gave his arm to the lady, who during all this time had remained closely veiled. He led her off, leaving Clarence and Sylvan on the platform to wait for the return of Mr. Rockharrt. As soon as Fabian and his companion were out of hearing of the rest of their party, he turned to her, and bending his head close to her ear, said:
"Well, Ann White, what have you to say for yourself, eh, Ann White?"
He felt her tremble as she answered defiantly:
"Mrs. Rockharrt, if you please."
"No; by my life I will never give to such as you my honored mother's name!"
"And yet I have it with all the rights and privileges it bestows, and I defy you, Fabian Rockharrt!"
"You know very little of the laws relating to marriage if you think that you have legal right to the name and position you have seized, or that I have not power to thrust you out of my father's house and into a cell."