Mrs. Hanway-Harley was for the moment dumb. 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. Dorothy crept more and more into the Pict arms. "Dear, when did you name the _Dorothy Storms_?" "The day after you precipitated yourself into my arms--and my heart." "I think you were shamefully confident," whispered Dorothy, with a delicious sigh. Richard the brazen replied to the attack as became a lover and gentleman. And so they sailed away. THE END * * * * * By the same Author THE BOSS A Story of the Inner Life of New York "The most complete and remarkable exposition that has yet been produced."--_New York Times._ "Is not only a book to read, it is a book that every man who has an interest in his country--and in himself for that matter--must read."--_Chicago Evening Post._