They rest with you; I stand or fall as you decide." Dorothy tried to speak, but her voice died on her lips.

"If you receive Count Storri, not as a lover, but as an acquaintance, or, if you will, a friend; and if you have no further meeting--that is, for a month--or perhaps two--or at the most three--have no further interviews, I say"-- Mr.Harley blundered a trifle as he saw Dorothy's face whitening with the sorrows he was laying upon her--"have no further interviews with Mr.Storms, I am saved.

Forgive me--forgive your father who has so failed of his duty that, instead of protecting you, he comes to you for protection.

There is no more: You have my fortune, my good repute, my life in your charge.

If you meet Count Storri in friendship, if you refuse Mr.Storms, I am secure.