archment, and then
their orator spoke their farewell in flowing and flowery English. And
"will it ever be done?" thought Rose, with a sigh.

It was not "just the thing," all this discussion of hats and fashions;
but little Miss Goldsmith spoke very softly, and disturbed no one,
breathed her questions almost, and Rose answered as silently, with a
nod, or a smile, or a turn of the eye; and, at any rate, they were not
the only people who were thus taking refuge from the dullness of the
Dean, and the prosing of the Chancellor, Rose thought to herself; as she
glanced about. Arthur whispered that the Chancellor surpassed himself
on the occasion, and that even the Dean was not very prosy, and Rose did
not dissent, but she looked as if it was all a weariness to her? She
brightened a little when it was all over, and they rose to go.

"Go and find Fanny and Graeme," said she to her brother. "Dr Goldsmith
will take care of his sister and me."

Dr Goldsmith was nothing loth, and Rose was so engaged in offering her
congratulations, and in listening to his replies, and in responding to
the greetings of her many friends as she came down into the hall, that
she did not notice that Graeme and Mr Millar were waiting for her at
the head of the stairs. There was a little delay at the outer door,
where there were many carriages waiting. The Roxbury carriage was among
the rest, and Miss Roxbury was sitting in it, though Rose could not help
thinking she looked as though she would much rather have walked on with
the rest, as Harry was so bold as to propose. They were waiting for Mr
Roxbury, it seemed, and our party lingered over their last words.

"I will walk on with the Goldsmiths. I have something to say to Etta,"
said Rose, and before Graeme could expostulate, or, indeed, answer at
all, she was gone. The carriage passed them, and Miss Roxbury leaned
forward and bowed and smiled, and charmed Miss Goldsmith with her pretty
manner and perfect hat. In a little, Harry overtook them. Rose
presented him to Miss Goldsmith, and walked on with the Doctor. At the
gate of the college grounds, their ways separated.

"Mr Elliott," said Miss Goldsmith, "your sister has almost promised to
come and visit us when I go home. I do so want papa and mamma to see
her. Brother Dick goes home to-morrow, but I am going to stay a day or
two, and then I want Rose to go with me. Do try and persuade Miss
Elliott to let her go."

Harry promised, wit