This was the refinement of cruelty, as when a cat pretends to let the mouse escape.
One day, when Storri and Mr.Harley were together, the former's face was purposely dark.

Mr.Harley grew uneasy; his courage had all slipped from him by now, and he waited in terror upon the looks of Storri.
"Harley," cried Storri, having sufficiently enjoyed the effect of his scowls, "you John Harley, I have ever your credit at heart.

Yes, Harley, I have kept a guard, what you call a spy, about your house to see if the vile Storms would enter when you were not there to repel him.

He goes each day, I find, to see the honorable Senator Hanway.

It does not please me, who am a Russian gentleman and a nobleman, that so low a being, although he does not personally meet her, should yet come beneath the same roof with your lovely daughter who is to become my Countess wife.