It missed fire, so far as Dorothy was concerned--Dorothy, strung like a bow, and now in full rebellion.
"It is you to have a care!" retorted Dorothy.

"Papa and Uncle Pat shall hear of this!" "They will say as I say!" observed Mrs.Hanway-Harley, who believed it.
"And if they should," cried Dorothy, "I have still a resource!" "Flight ?" said Mrs.Hanway-Harley, not without contempt.
"Marriage!" replied Dorothy, now as dry of eye as she was defiant.

Bess Marklin was assuredly right in her estimate of formalities, and their saving and securing worth.
"Marriage!" repeated Dorothy, and her voice rang out in a composite note of love and triumph as she thought of Richard.
"Marriage!" Mrs.Hanway-Harley was staggered.

Here was a pathway of escape she had not counted on.

"Whom would you marry ?" "You shall not know," said Dorothy.
Mrs.Hanway-Harley saw truth in Dorothy's red cheek--she had been snow till now--saw it in her swimming eye and heaving bosom.