You must follow my commands, or you must take the common course of criminals, and go to prison.

And now--you Harley--you John Harley--you, who pride yourself for your respectability, for your place in the world, for your illustrious relative Senator Hanway--hear me: You are to be my slave--my dog to fetch and carry.

You are to do my will; or I swear by my Czar and by the heart in the breast of my Czar that I'll drag you before the world as a felon." Storri delivered this menace with a ruthless energy that sent it home like a javelin.

It struck the color from the ruddy countenance of Mr.
Harley, and left him white as linen three times bleached.
"Yes," went on the vindictive Storri in an exultant crow, "did you little people believe you were to laugh at Storri and pass unpunished?
Did you think to insult him and escape his vengeance?
Bah! the super-fine Dorothy is to spurn Storri for a varlet like this Storms! She is to laugh at Storri's love, and tell how she refused a nobleman! Excellent; we shall see her laugh when her father--Mr.Harley--Mr.John Harley--the great Mr.John Harley--brother-by-law of the still greater Senator Hanway--stands in the dock as a forger.

Will not our Dorothy laugh?
John Harley, forger; why not!" Mr.Harley sat ghastly and still, while Storri rambled on for the mere pleasure of torture.