A new carriage-road swept away in a grander curve from the gate to the dwelling.

Substantial stone-stabling had been torn down in order to erect a fanciful carriage-house, built in imitation of a Swiss cottage; which, from its singular want of harmony with the principal buildings, stood forth a perpetual commentary upon the false taste of the upstart owner.
I hardly think that either Mr.Dewey or his wife would have been much flattered by the general tone of remark that ran through the curious crowds that lingered in the elegant rooms, or inspected the improvements outside.

Nobody liked him; and as for his wife, fashionable associations had so spoiled her, that not a single old friend retained either affection or respect.

It was sad to think that three years of a false life could so entirely obliterate the good qualities that once blossomed in her soul with such a sweet promise of golden fruitage.
Early in June, the family of Mr.Dewey took possession of their new home, and the occasion was celebrated by a splendid entertainment, the cost of which, common rumor said, was over two thousand dollars.
We--Constance and I--were among the invited guests.

It was a festive scene, brilliant and extravagant beyond anything we had ever witnessed, and quite bewildering to minds like ours.