Extraordinary!" "How do you know she worshipped him ?" Olga spoke with slight constraint; it seemed to her that the matter was too sacred for casual discussion.
"How do I know?
My dear, it is written in black and white on the back of his photograph.

'The only being I have it in me to love--sovereign lord of my heart!' Fancy writing that of any man! I couldn't, could you ?" "I don't know," said Olga soberly.
Violet laughed.

"You're such a queer child! One day you come flying to me for protection, and almost the day after, you--" "Please, Violet!" Olga broke in sharply.

"You know I don't like it!" "Oh, very well, my dear, very well! The subject is closed.

We will return to the renowned Sir Kersley.