I shall tell my Czar of your charming goodness to his Storri.

If I might only think that the bewitching Miss Dorothy was also glad, I should be in heaven! Truly, it would make a paradise; ah, yes, why not!" As Storri threw off this languishing speech, Dorothy could feel his eyes like points of hateful fire piercing her satirically.

It taught her vaguely, even through the torture her soul was undergoing, that composite sentiment of passion and cruelty felt for her by this Tartar in evening dress who mixed sneer with compliment in all he said.

Dorothy could have shrieked out in the mere torment of it, and only the sight of Mr.Harley, broken and hopeless and helpless and old, gave her strength and courage to refrain.
Storri departed on the heels of dinner to the profound regret of Mrs.
Hanway-Harley, who pressed him to remain.

The Russian was wise; he must not attempt too much.