Her veil of drab gauze was down over her face, flushed and excited; and she kissed her sister good-bye without lifting it.

Reginald Stanford shook hands with her--a long, warm, lingering clasp--and flashed a bright, electric glance that thrilled to her inmost heart.

An instant later, and the train was in motion, and Rose was gone.
The morning of the third day after brought a note from Quebec.

Rose had arrived safely, and the Leblanc family were delighted to see her.

That was all.
That evening, Mr.Stanford made the announcement that he was to depart for Montreal next morning.