And yet he was not shocked; if Dorothy had decided on Storri for her husband, well and good; he was too indulgent a father to quarrel with her.
"I have spoken to Mrs.Hanway-Harley of my passion," continued Storri, still pacing to and fro.

"She is so charming as to encourage it." "Why, then," broke in Mr.Harley, in evident relief, "you have gone the right way about the matter.

If my wife favors you, assuredly you may count upon my consent." "Bah!" returned Storri, snapping his fingers.

"Mrs.Hanway-Harley consents; you consent; I am flattered! The fastidious Miss Dorothy, however, refuses my love--puts it aside! Storri is not the man! On my soul! Storri is declined by a little American who draws her blood from peasants!" and Storri threw his hands palm upward, expressing self-contempt in view of the insult thus put upon him.
"Does my daughter decline your love ?" "It is not that." Storri could not for his vanity's sake, even after he himself had used them, accept those terms.

"Her heart has--what shall we say ?--a tenant.