Storri would not broach the subject to Mrs.Hanway-Harley; he could not without revealing more than he desired known.
"Nor will the rascal do more," observed Mr.Harley, with the hope of adding to the fortitude of Dorothy, "than come here now and then to dine or sit an hour.

That is all he will count upon; and before he seeks anything nearer I'll have him under my foot as now he has me under his.
When that hour comes," concluded Mr.Harley, rapping out a sudden great oath that made Dorothy start in her frock, "there will be no saving limits in his favor.

I'll apply the torch, and burn him like so much refuse off the earth." When Mrs.Hanway-Harley endeavored to break Dorothy to the yoke of her ambitions concerning Storri, Dorothy sparkled and blazed and wept and did those divers warlike things that ladies do when engaged in conflict with each other.

Dorothy, down in her heart, attached no more than a surface importance to the efforts of Mrs.Hanway-Harley; and that was the reason why on those fierce occasions she only sparkled and blazed and wept.

Now, be it known, what Mr.Harley told her seared like hot iron; what he asked of kindness to Storri and cruelty to Richard cut like a knife; and yet there was never tear nor spark to show throughout.
She waited cold and white and steady.