Mrs.
Hanway-Harley even brought to mind the replies made by her innocent child to those warnings; and her own wrath began to stir as the suspicion grew that her innocent child had been secretly laughing at her.

Like all shallow folk, Mrs.Hanway-Harley prided herself upon being as deep as the sea, and it did her self-esteem no good to think that she had been sounded, not to say charted, by her own daughter, who had gone steering in and out, keeping always the channel of her credulity, and never once running aground.

Little lamps of anger lighted their evil wicks in Mrs.Hanway-Harley's eyes as she thus reflected.
And that morning armful of roses?
No, Storri was not the moving cause of their fragrant appearance upon the Harley premises.

Storri regretted that he had not once bethought him of this delicate attention.

Mrs.
Hanway-Harley wrung her hands.