"Does he know you are angry, Daisy?"
"Yes, he does; for I told him as much."
"Did you tell him sharply?"
"No. I told him coldly."
"Go over and say that you have forgiven him."
"But I have not forgiven him."
"You know you must."
"I cannot, just yet, Christian. To-morrow, perhaps I can."
"You must do it to-night, Daisy. You do not know what else you may have to do before to-morrow, that you will want the spirit of love for."
I was silent a little, for I knew that was true.