As his handsome face lighted up, even Mrs.Hanway-Harley was not unswept of admiration.

She could look into Richard's eyes, and see for herself those gray beauties of tenderness and truth that had won Dorothy to his side.

They might have won even Mrs.Hanway-Harley had she not been a mother.

What if he were tender, what if he were true?
He had no fortune, no place; even the Admirable Crichton, wanting social station and the riches whereon to base it, would have been impossible.
When Richard had ended his love-tale--which, considering that for all his outward fortitude he was inwardly quaking, he told full eloquently--Mrs.Hanway-Harley composed herself for reply.

She hardly required those warnings of Senator Hanway; there was no wish now to insult or humble him.