What is to be my attitude towards your daughter, while I am searching for that fortune ?" It was here that Mrs.Hanway-Harley made her greatest stroke; she reached Richard where he had no defense.
"Your attitude, Mr.Storms, towards my daughter, I shall leave to you for adjustment as a man of honor." Richard crossed the street to Dorothy and told her what had passed.
Dorothy kissed him, and cried over him, and made a wail against their darkling fate.
"How I wish papa was poor!" cried Dorothy.

"I wish he didn't have a dollar!" Then, conscience-stricken: "No, I don't! Poor pop; he doesn't hate money, if I do." Richard took Dorothy's sweet face between his hands, and looked into her eyes.
"You will believe me, darling ?" "Yes!" "Then don't weep, don't worry! I promise that within the year you shall be my wife.

I'll find the way to find the money." "And hear me promise," returned Dorothy.

"Money or no money, I'll become your wife what day you will." Of course, after such a speech, there befell a sweet world and all of foolish tenderness; but, since the scandalized Ajax would not stay to witness it, neither shall you.
Mrs.Hanway-Harley said nothing to Dorothy of her interview with Richard; she appeared to believe that Richard had saved her that labor.
There was a kind of sneer in this.

Feeling the sneer, Dorothy put no questions; she was willing, in her resentment, to have it understood that Richard had told her.