Dorothy and Bess appeared, having completed a ransack of staterooms and cabins.

The sight of her daughter restored to Mrs.Hanway-Harley the power of speech.
"Dorothy," she cried, raising her hands limply, "Dorothy, I believe our Richard's rich!" And Mrs.Hanway-Harley wept.
"I shall always love him, whatever he is!" exclaimed Dorothy, all tenderness and fresh alarm.
Dorothy did not understand.
It was ten o'clock; the Potomac lay between its soft banks like a river of silver.

There was the throb of the engines, and the talk of the water against her bows, as the _Dorothy Storms_ with her two passengers, they and their love, swept onward through the moonlight.

Dorothy, her head on Richard's shoulder, and thinking on her mother and Bess and all she had left behind, watched the V-shaped wake as it spread away in ripples to either bank.

Now and then a shore-light slipped by, to snuff out astern as distance or a bend in the river extinguished it.