Dorothy's uncle and Dorothy's father should know; but not then.
She had hoped that with reason she might rescue her daughter from a step so fatal as marriage with a hopeless beggar who could not live without the charity of his patron.

These things and much more spake Mrs.
Hanway-Harley; but she might as well have remonstrated with a storm.

The gate-post grandsire had charge of Dorothy.
"And what is to be the end of this intrigue ?" asked Mrs.Hanway-Harley.
"It is no more an intrigue," protested Dorothy, her eyes flashing, "than was your marriage to papa, or the marriage of Aunt Dorothy with Uncle Pat.

Oh, mamma," she cried appealingly, "can't you see we love each other!" Mrs.Hanway-Harley was a trifle touched, but it was her maternal duty to conceal it.

She steadied herself to a severe sobriety, and, with the manner of one injured to the verge of martyrdom, said with a sigh: "I shall see this person; I shall send for this Mr.Storms." "It will be unnecessary," replied Dorothy, turning frigid; "Mr.Storms will call upon you to-morrow night." "And does the puppy think that I'll give my consent ?" demanded Mrs.
Hanway-Harley, angrily aghast at the insolence of Richard.
"Now I don't know what the 'puppy' thinks," returned Dorothy, from whom the anger of her mother struck sympathetic sparks, "but I told him I would marry him without it." In a whirl of indignation, Mrs.Hanway-Harley burst in upon Senator Hanway.