"I shouldn't like to see him writhing in hell," said Nick. "I've done it myself, and I know exactly what it feels like."
"Really, Nick!"
"Yes, really, little sweetheart. You know or p'raps you don't know—what fools men can be."
"I know they can be quite unreasonable and very horrid sometimes," said Olga. "Nick dear, you'll promise me, won't you, that if Muriel agrees and Dad agrees you won't let an outsider like Max stand in our way?"
"Is he an outsider?" asked Nick humorously.
"He is so far as I am concerned," said Olga. "I can't imagine why you take any notice of him."
"Are you sure you don't yourself?" asked Nick.
"Oh, in some things perhaps. But not in a matter of this sort. I think he is very interfering," said Olga resentfully.
Nick smiled and rose. "I shouldn't be too hard on him, kiddie. Doubtless he has his reasons."
"I should like to know what they are," said Olga.