Mrs. Dean told me that her sister was very much opposed to
leaving her old home; but the Squire has grown rich so fast that he
must have everything in the external to correspond with his improved
circumstances. Ah me! If, with riches, troubles so deep must come,
give me poverty as a blessing."
A week passed, and no one that I happened to meet knew, certainly,
whether Mrs. Dewey was at home or not. Then she suddenly made her
appearance riding about in her stylish carriage, and looking as
self-assured as of old.
"That was a strange story about Mrs. Dewey," said I to a lady whom I
was visiting professionally. I knew her to be of Mrs. Dewey's set.
Don't smile, reader; we had risen to the dignity of having a
fashionable "set," in S----, and Mrs. Dewey was the leader.
The lady shrugged her shoulders, drew up her eyebrows, and looked
knowing and mysterious. I had expected this, for I knew my subject
very well.
"You were at Saratoga," I added; "and must know whether rumor has
exaggerated her conduct."
"Well, Doctor," said the lady, dropping her voice, and putting on
the air of one who spoke in confidence.
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