"Well? -" said he.
"What can I do?" I said. "I suppose it will wear out; but just now I have great displeasure against Preston. I cannot tell him I forgive him. I have not forgiven him."
"And do not want to forgive him?"
I was again silent, for the answer would have had to be an affirmative.
"If I could reach you, I would kiss that away," said Thorold. "Daisy, must I tell you, that there is One who can look it away? You need not wait."
I knew he spoke truth again; and I had forgotten it. Truth that once by experience I so well knew. I stood silent and self-condemned.
"Christian, I do not very often get angry; but when I do, I am afraid the feeling is very obstinate."
"The case isn't desperate - unless you are obstinate too," he said, with a look which conquered me. I fanned him a little while longer; not long. For I was able very soon to go across to Preston.
"Are you going to desert me for that fellow?" he growled.
"I must desert you, for whoever wants me more than you do; and you must be willing that I should."