Matters at Spring Bank

She had acquired a certain city air by her sojourn in New York, and in
her fashionably made traveling dress and hat was far more stylish
looking than when Hugh last parted from her. But nothing abashed he held
her hand a moment while he inquired about her journey, and then
playfully added: "Upon my word, Ad, you have improved a heap, in looks I mean. Of course
I don't know about the temper. Spunky as ever, eh?" and he tried to
pinch her glowing cheek.

"Pray don't be foolish," was 'Lina's impatient reply, as she drew away
from him, and turned, with her blandest smile, to a sprig of a lawyer
from Frankfort, who chanced to be there too.

Chilled by her manner, Hugh ordered the carriage, and told her they were
ready. Once inside the carriage, and alone with him, 'Lina's tongue was
loosened, and she poured out numberless questions, the first of which
was, what they heard from Adah, and if it were true, as her mother had
written, that she was at Terrace Hill as Rose Markham, and that no one
there knew of her acquaintance with Spring Bank?

Yes, he supposed it was, and he did not like it either. "Ad," and he
turned his honest face full toward her, "does that doctor still believe
you rich?"

"How do I know?" 'Lina replied, frowning gloomily. "I'm not to blame if
he does. I never told him I was."

"But your actions implied as much, which amounts to the same thing. It's
all wrong, Ad, all wrong. Even if he loves you, and it is to be hoped he
does, he will respect you less when he knows how you deceived him."