Now I shall go to your scoundrel Storri and tell him what I have told you.

Oh! I shall not murder the villain, madam; though I give you my word, if there were no one to think of but Jack Harley, I'd return to you blood to my elbows; yes, madam, to my elbows!" and Mr.Harley pulled up his coatsleeves very high to give force to his words.
Lighting a cigar, which he set between his teeth so that it projected outward and upward at an angle of defiance, Mr.Harley got into his hat and greatcoat, and made for the door.

As he threw it open preparatory to issuing forth, there floated back with a puff of cigar smoke these words, delivered presumably for the good of Mrs.Hanway-Harley: "Yes, madam; blood to my elbows!" "Your father is insane!" groaned Mrs.Hanway-Harley to Dorothy, when the door had slammed and Mr.Harley was on his way to Storri, "absolutely insane!" Then Mrs.Hanway-Harley, with many an ejaculation of self-pity over a fate that had made her helpmeet to a lunatic, called her maid to aid her in creeping to her room.

As for Dorothy, she danced about as light as air; in the finale she danced across the way to Bess to tell that sorceress what wonders had befallen.
"Eh! you Harley--you John Harley, is it you ?" jeered Storri, as Mr.
Harley was shown in.
"Yes, you black villain and thief, it is I!" roared Mr.Harley, planting himself in front of Storri, who had not taken the polite trouble to get up from the sofa where he reclined.

"Yes, you world's scoundrel, who but I!" "Scoundrel ?" repeated Storri with a screech, springing to his feet.
"Sit down!" thundered Mr.Harley, a pistol coming from his pocket like a flash.
[Illustration: "Sit Down!" Thundered Mr.Harley] Mr.Harley was from a region where pistols were regarded in the light of arguments, and gentlemen gravely debating therewith at ten paces had the approving countenance of the public.