"Do that, and she will love me--she will be my wife!" "And no more talk of--of forgeries ?" "My dear Mr.Harley!" exclaimed Storri, "I am a gentleman--a Russian gentleman.

I ask you, in candor, does a gentleman arrest his wife's father on a charge of forgery?
Come; let us have confidence in one another.

We are friends, are we not ?--we, who are to be in closer alliance when your daughter becomes my Countess wife.

Bah! who shall talk of forgeries then ?" The evening was still young--nine o'clock--when Mr.Harley found himself again in the street, bending his slow step homeward.

He was wholly adrift now from any thought of those speculative ones at Chamberlin's.
What Storri had said engrossed him miserably.