Olga looked at her with clear, direct eyes. "Oh, yes, I love him. But I don't try to think he is nicer than he really is. Nice or horrid, I love him just the same."
"Do you know any horrid things about him, then?" Daisy asked.
Olga laughed again. "I knew the horrid part of him first," she said.
"Why, I—I almost hated him once."
"And then you changed your mind," said Daisy.
The love-light glowed softly in Olga's eyes as she answered, "Yes, dear
Mrs. Musgrave; he made me."
Daisy uttered a sharp, involuntary sigh. "I hope he is all you believe him to be," she said.
"But why do you say that?" questioned Olga. "I'm afraid you don't like him."
Daisy hesitated. "I am afraid I know too much about him," she said at length.
Olga looked at her in surprise. "Has Noel been telling you things?"
Daisy shook her head.