It was Dorothy who first planted in her the belief that the flowers were from Storri.

Oh, the artful jade! That was the cause of her timorous objections when Mrs.Hanway-Harley, with the fond yet honorable curiosity of a mother, spoke of mentioning those flowers to Storri.

The perjured Dorothy was aware of their felon origin; doubtless, she even then encouraged the miserable Richard in his love.
As these lights burst one after the other upon Mrs.Hanway-Harley, she could have punished her own dullness by beating her head against the wall.

However, she restrained herself, and closed by inviting Storri to dinner on the next day but one.

Storri, still keeping up his tender melancholy, thanked Mrs.Hanway-Harley, accepted, and with many bows, and many sighs to impress upon Mrs.Hanway-Harley his stricken heart, backed himself out into the night.
When Storri was gone, Mrs.Hanway-Harley resolved on an instant talk with Dorothy--no more the innocent, but the artful one.