And for that also, lying awake in the moonlight, Olga secretly blessed her champion.

Hard of head and cool of heart he might be, but he was undoubtedly a white man through and through.
From that she began to wonder if she really had met her fate, and if so, what life with him would be like, whether she would find it difficult, whether they would quarrel much, whether--whether they would ever fall in love.

Of course there were plenty of people in the world who didn't, excellent people to whom romance in that form came not.

Olga had always been quite sure that she was not romantic.

She had always loved cricket and hockey and all outdoor sports.