She said her best and dearest feelings had been trampled upon.

In a shower of tears, and a cataract of complaint, she bemoaned her dark, ungrateful destiny.

At this, Dorothy's tears began to flow, and the interview became hysterical.
Mrs.Hanway-Harley was the earlier to recover her balance.

Drying her eyes, she said: "Disobedient child!"-- this was also from the magazine--"since you will not listen to the voice of love, since you will not listen to the voice of reason, you shall listen to the voice of command." Then, striking a pose that was almost tragic, Mrs.Hanway-Harley told Dorothy she _must_ marry Storri.
"As your mother, I command it!" said Mrs.Hanway-Harley, lifting her jeweled hand finely, as though the thing were settled and the conference at an end.
"And I tell you," said Dorothy, catching her breath and speaking with bitter slowness, "that I shall not marry him!" "This to me!--your mother!--in my own house!" "You shall not drive me!" cried Dorothy passionately, her eyes roving savagely, like the eyes of a badgered animal.

"Am I to have no voice in disposal of myself?
I tell you I shall marry whom I please! And since he makes his proffer through you, tell the creature Storri that I loathe him!" "Have a care, child!" This last was also from the magazine, and Mrs.Hanway-Harley got it off superbly.