"I dare say she would excuse you," said Tom, with a sneer.
"Perhaps so; but I wouldn't like to go without saying good-by."
"At any rate, he will be out of my way," thought Tom, "and I can monopolize Rose. I'm glad he's going."
He bade Ben an unusually civil good-night at this thought occurred to him.
CHAPTER XVIII — FAREWELL TO PENTONVILLE
"I have come to say good-by, Rose," said Ben, as the young lady made her appearance.
"Good-by!" repeated Rose, in surprise. "Why, where are you going?"
"To New York."