Dorothy should have respite for a week.

In seven days he would again take dinner with the Harleys.

Dorothy would have employed those seven days in thinking on the perils to her father which he, Storri, could launch; she would have considered how he, Storri, must be courted and flattered and finally loved to insure her father's safety.

It was victory as it stood.

Was he not compelling the proud Dorothy to receive his compliments, his glances, his sighs, his love?
Was not Richard, the detestable, excluded, and the Harley door closed fast in his face?
Ah! Storri would impress upon these little people the terrors of him whom they had affronted! He would cause them to mourn in bitterness the day they heard first his name! Storri, in midswing of all these comforting ruminations, felt a light hand on his arm.