His heart was enjoying a prodigious calm; he would no longer play at Democritus; he would fill Mrs.Hanway-Harley's soul with radiance, restrain to what extent he might his contempt for that radiance and the reason of it, and with Dorothy on his arm march away to bliss forever after.

No, he would not have Dorothy to the altar within the moment following the enthronement of Mrs.Hanway-Harley in the midst of that splendid happiness he plotted for her.

He was not so precipitate.

Dorothy should have a voice and a will in fixing her marriage day; most young women had.

But he would advise expedition--nay, he would pray for speed in the matter of that wedlock; for every hour that barred him from his loved one's arms would seem an age.
Thus dreamed Richard.