The Russ was a caller at the Harley house, it seemed, and rumor gave it that he and Mr.Harley were together in speculations.

At that Richard hated Storri with the dull integrity of a healthy, normal animal, just as he would have hated any man who raised his eyes to Dorothy Harley; for you are to know that Richard was in a last analysis even more savage than was Storri himself, and withal as jealously hot as a coal of fire.
Presently Storri departed, and Richard forgot him in a reverie of smoke.
It stood the quarter of three, and Richard took up his walk to the Harleys'.

It was no mighty journey, being but two blocks.
In the Harley drawing room whom should Richard meet but Storri.

The Russ was on the brink of departure.

At that meeting Richard's face clouded.
Dorothy was alone with Storri; her mother had been called temporarily from the room.