The day was somewhat raw, and he would not allow her to pass from their car to the dining-car, but ordered their dinner brought to them, and they had a merry time over the meal by themselves. The long ride seemed very short, and she could hardly believe Dr. Winthrop when he told her that in less than fifteen minutes they would be in New York City. When they alighted from the car, a man in dark-green livery stepped up to the young physician, and saluted him respectfully, but glanced curiously at Salome as he did so. “Ah, Dick, then you received my telegram, and are on hand, like the faithful fellow you always are,” said Dr. Winthrop pleasantly, as he returned the man’s greeting. “Yes, sir, thank ye, sir; and the carriage be waiting for ye outside,” the man responded. “All right, Dick; you can take our luggage,” Dr. Winthrop replied as he surrendered Salome’s travelling-bag and his own portmanteau to him; then with an amused smile, as he caught the man’s covert glances of curiosity he added, “Dick, this lady is Mrs. Winthrop.” The man’s eyes grew large with astonishment, but he doffed his hat respectfully in return for Salome’s kind smile and bow, and set her down at once as “a leddy.” He led the way to the carriage—a handsome one drawn by a pair of fine jet-black horses. Everything about the equipage indicated that the owner was a man of abundant means. The footman opened the door and held it, while Dr. Winthrop assisted Salome to enter and carefully folded the soft robes about her to protect her from the air, for the mercury had dropped several degrees since morning. “Are you comfortable, dear?” he asked in a somewhat anxious tone as they started, for he dreaded her taking cold. “Very, thank you,” Salome answered, somewhat absently, for she was half-dazed by all these evidences of unlimited wealth into which she had so suddenly been transplanted. “You are sure,” he persisted; “we have a long ride before us, and I would not have you take cold for anything. You have endured the journey much better than I dared to think you would. You are stronger, Salome—you feel really stronger, do you not?” “Yes, I am sure I have made great progress during these last few days,” she replied smiling gratefully into his earnest face. How could she help improving under the tender care which he so constantly threw around her? “And you will be very happy in your new home, I hope, Salome.” “I surely ought to be. I am very happy now,” she softly returned, with flushing cheeks and gleaming eyes, “but—but I did not think that you were—that I was to have all this,” and she glanced around the elegant carriage in which they were rolling so smoothly up-town. Dr. Winthrop laughed softly, and there was a little touch of triumph in the sound. “Then you did not imagine that you were marrying a rich man, when you gave your hand to me, Salome?” “No.”