"I shall remain at North End to bid you good-by, Sylvan. Call at my office there on your way to the depot," he said, as he left the house to step into his carriage waiting at the door.
As the sound of the wheels rolled off and died in the distance, Rose turned to Cora and inquired:
"My dear, does he know that you are going out West with Sylvan?"
"He should know it. I have spoken freely of my plans before you both for months past," said Cora.
"But, my dear, he never took the slightest notice of anything you said on that subject. Why, he did not even seem to hear you."
"He heard me perfectly. Nothing passes in my grandfather's presence that he does not see and hear and understand."
"Well, then, I reckon he thinks you have changed your mind; for he spoke of meeting Sylvan at North End to bid him good-by, but said not a word about you."
"He will believe that I am going when he sees me with Sylvan," said Cora.
And then she touched the bell and ordered her carriage to be brought to the door.
"We must go and take leave of Mrs. Fabian Rockharrt," she said to Rose.