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I will take the lady, if she will do me the honor to trust her happiness to my keeping." "More fool you! But that is your look-out," grunted the old man. The next morning when they met at breakfast Mr. Rockharrt invited his guest to accompany him to North End to inspect the iron mines and foundries, the locomotive works and all the rest of it. The duke had no choice but to accept the invitation.
They went straight through without, as before, stopping overnight at Baltimore. Consequently they reached New York on Thursday noon. Mr. Rockharrt telegraphed to the Cozzens Hotel at West Point to secure a suite of rooms, and then he took his own party to the Blank House.
Their eldest son and second partner in the firm was Fabian Rockharrt, a fine animal of fifty years old, though scarcely looking forty. He had inherited all his father's great strength of body and of mind, with more than his father's business talent; but he had not inherited the truth and honesty of his father.
Rockharrt came and sat down beside her on the sofa, and began to speak to her in a low voice. Sylvan, sitting by Cora at the other end of the apartment, began to tell all about the exercises at West Point which she had missed. His voice, though not loud, was clear and lively, and quite drowned the sound of Mr. Rockharrt and Mrs. Stillwater's words, which Cora could see were earnest and important.
On the following Monday the Rockharrts went to town. Mr. Rockharrt met and compared notes with some of the lobbyists. One veteran lobbyist gave him what he called the key to the riddle of success. "You appealed to reason and conscience!" said he. "My dear sir, you should have appealed to their stomachs and pockets.
The other thought was that old Aaron Rockharrt would never consent to live in a place which, however beautiful it might be, was too difficult of access and egress for a man of his age. What, then, could be done to cheer the old man's solitude at his home? The only hope lay in the chance of Mr. Clarence finding a wife who might be acceptable to his father, and bringing her home to Rockhold.
Just about this time old Aaron Rockharrt walked into the breakfast room of their apartments at Langham's with an American newspaper, which had just come by the morning's mail, in his hands. "Here is news!" he said. "Rothsay has been nominated as governor of ! But perhaps this is no news to you, Cora. You may have received a letter?" he added, turning to his granddaughter. "I had a letter from Mr.
These papers were brought by a special messenger from North End, who started from the depot as soon as the earliest train arrived with the morning's mail and reached Rockhold by seven o'clock. She had not sat there many minutes before Mr. Rockharrt entered the study.
Cora sprang out of bed with one fear that her grandfather was up and waiting for his breakfast, though that gong had really nothing to do with any of their meals, which were always to be served in their private parlor. Cora and her room mate quickly dressed and went to the parlor, where they were relieved to find no Mr. Rockharrt and no table set.
They were still at breakfast when Sylvanus Haught burst in upon them, bowed to his grandfather, bowed to Rose Stillwater, and seized Cora Rothsay around the neck and covered her with kisses, all in a minute and before he spoke a word. Old Aaron Rockharrt glared at him. Rose Stillwater smiled on him. But Cora Rothsay put her arms around his neck and kissed him with tears of pleased affection.
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