All except Florence were exceedingly distressed at this.  She acquiesced with gentleness and patience, although she had much desired to spend a few weeks at Saratoga.  But Mrs. Ludlow, Emily, and Adeline, closed up the front part of the house, and gave directions to the servants not to answer the door bell, nor to do anything that would give the least suspicion that the family were in town.  Then ensconcing themselves in the back buildings of their dwelling, they waited in gloomy indolence for the “out of the city” season to pass away; consoling themselves with the idea, that if they were not permitted to join the fashionables at the Springs, it would at lest be supposed that they had gone some where into the country, and thus they hoped to escape the terrible penalty of losing caste for not conforming to an indispensable rule of high life.

Mr. Ludlow was compelled to submit to all this, and he did so without much opposition; but it all determined him to commence a steady opposition to the false principles which prompted such absurd observances.  As to Uncle Joseph, he was indignant, and failing to gain admittance by way of the front door after one or two trials, determined not to go near his sister and nieces, a promise which he kept for a few weeks, at least.

Meantime, every thing was passing off pleasantly at Saratoga.  Among the distinguished and undistinguished visitors there, was Mary Jones, and her father, a man of both wealth and worth, notwithstanding he was only a watchmaker and jeweller.  Mary was a girl of no ordinary character.  With beauty of person far exceeding that of the Misses Ludlow, she had a well cultivated mind, and was far more really and truly accomplished than they were.  Necessarily, therefore, she attracted attention at the Springs; and this had been one cause of Emily’s objection to her.

A day or two after her arrival at Saratoga, she was sitting near a window of the public parlor of one of the hotels, when a young man, named Armand, whom she had seen there several times before, during the watering season, in company with Emily Ludlow, with whose family he appeared to be on intimate terms came up to her and introduced himself.

“Pardon me, Miss Jones,” said he, “but not seeing any of the Miss Ludlows here, I presumed that you might be able to inform me whether they intend visiting Saratoga or not, this season, and, therefore, I have broken through all formalities in addressing you.  You are well acquainted with Florence, I believe?”

“Very well, sir,” Mary replied.

“Then perhaps you can answer my question?”

“I believe I can, sir.  I saw Florence several times within the last week or two; and she says that they shall not visit any of the Springs this season.”

“Indeed!  And how comes that?”

“I believe the reason is no secret,” Mary replied, utterly unconscious that any one could be ashamed of a right motive, and that an economical one.  “Florence tells me that her father has met with many heavy losses in business; and that they think it best not to incur any unnecessary expenses.  I admire such a course in them.”