Dorothy would have met Storri with indifference had that nobleman seen fit to catalogue himself, socially, as a Kalmuck Tartar, not of her strain and tribe; she was set a-shudder when made to meet him under conditions which admitted the propriety of marriage between them, should she and he agree.

As it stood, Dorothy was alive for flight the moment Storri stepped into her presence; she knew by intuition the foulness of his fiber, and shivered at any threat of contact therewith.
Storri was aware of Dorothy's dislike, since aversion is the one sentiment a woman cannot conceal.

The discovery only made him laugh.

He was too much the conqueror of women to look for failure here.

Should he, Storri, who had been sighed for by the fairest of a dozen stately courts, receive defeat from a little American?
Bah! he would have her at his ease, win her at his pleasure! Dorothy's efforts to avoid him gave pursuit a piquancy! While Storri noted Dorothy's distaste of him, he did not get slightest slant of her tender preference for Richard.