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Richard pondered the several perplexities of the case. "If I had a fortune equal to Mr. Harley's, you would not object, madam?" "It is the only bar I urge," said Mrs. Hanway-Harley suavely. "Then I am to understand that, should a day come when I can measure wealth with Mr. Harley, I may claim Dorothy as my own?" Mrs. Hanway-Harley bowed. "My daughter, however, must not be bound by any promise."
If my wife favors you, assuredly you may count upon my consent." "Bah!" returned Storri, snapping his fingers. "Mrs. Hanway-Harley consents; you consent; I am flattered! The fastidious Miss Dorothy, however, refuses my love puts it aside! Storri is not the man! On my soul!
And Mrs. Hanway-Harley wept. "I shall always love him, whatever he is!" exclaimed Dorothy, all tenderness and fresh alarm. Dorothy did not understand. It was ten o'clock; the Potomac lay between its soft banks like a river of silver.
Storms," returned Dorothy, in tones which for steadiness matched Mrs. Hanway-Harley's. It was not the name so much as the relentless frankness that furnished it, which overcame Mrs. Hanway-Harley. She sat down with an emphasis so sudden that it was as though her knees were glass and the blow had broken them.
Harley had been detected in some effort to swindle Storri; or he had detected Storri in some effort to swindle him; men were always swindling and quarreling, according to Mrs. Hanway-Harley. She put no question to Mr. Harley, and only marveled at a thickness that would sacrifice the family's chance of possessing a Count over a low, trifling matter of dollars and cents.
Hanway-Harley with her own young lips. This she did, bearing herself the while with much love and firmness, since Richard quaking inwardly, but concealing his craven condition from Dorothy supported her throughout. Mrs. Hanway-Harley surprised everybody with the moderate spirit in which she received the word.
Hanway-Harley for Dorothy; and no later, mind you, than to-morrow night." Bess tossed her head as though a fiat had gone forth. "Well," said Richard, drawing a deep breath, "if you have any such junk as a Joss about the house, I'd take it friendly if you would burn a handful of prayer-sticks in my interest."
"And you are to beat him only should he mention Dorothy's name to you." "I shall;" and Richard brightened. "Storri asked Mrs. Hanway-Harley for her daughter. I should think you might summon up an equal courage." "But I haven't the advantage of being a Russian nobleman," returned Richard, with one of his cynical grins. "Still you must ask Mrs.
Harley, wheeling on Mrs. Hanway-Harley with politeness sudden and vast, "I am ready to attend to you. Let me commence by mentioning that I am master of this house, and shall give dinners when I will to whomsoever I please." "But you said marriage, John, and Mr. Storms is a pauper! Think what you do!" "It may entertain you, madam," returned Mr.
Mrs. Hanway-Harley would like to know what plans had been laid for the honeymoon. To what regions would the happy pair migrate, and for what space? Mrs. Hanway-Harley wore a look of reserved sadness as though she asked what cemetery had been selected as the destination of the funeral cortège, following services of final sorrow at the house.
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