He was thinking on ending the interview as quickly and conveniently as he might, and hurrying posthaste to those speculative ones.
"Why did I bring you here to-night ?" asked Storri at last.
"Northern Consolidated, I suppose," said Mr.Harley, looking up.
Storri laughed, and a white flash of his teeth showed in a tigerish way.
"Come!" cried Storri, smiting his hands in a kind of rapture of cruelty; "I will not, what you call it, beat about the bush.

It is not Credit Magellan; it is not Northern Consolidated; no, it is not business at all.

What! shall Storri be forever at some grind of business?
Shall he never pause for love?
My Czar would tell you another tale.

Listen, my friend.

I have done you the honor--I, Storri, a Russian nobleman, have done you the honor to adore your daughter." Mr.Harley gaped and stared; he could not have been more impressed had the statue of Liberty which topped the Capitol dome stepped down for a stroll in the Capitol grounds.