Proceeding, however, by the hint of contradiction furnished above, had one, at the moment when Storri was binding Mr.Harley by fetters wrought from the metal of Mr.
Harley's own fearful apprehensions, glanced in upon Richard, he would have found that worthy young gentleman seated by his fireside, soothing himself with tobacco smoke, and reveling in thoughts of Dorothy.

And the cogitations of Richard, if written down in words, would have read like this: "Why should I defer a denouement that will rejoice them all?
Dorothy loves me--loves me for myself, and for nothing but myself.

Who could have offered deeper proof of it?
She has come to me in the face of her mother, in the face of poverty; she is willing to abandon everything to become my wife.

And if her mother objects--as she does object--why not cure the objection with a trifle of truth?
I am not seeking to make a conquest of Mrs.Hanway-Harley; that tremendous ambition does not claim me.

I am not to marry her.