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. 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!"