It only flashed into my mind that if Muriel feels she really can't leave Reggie, and if she can possibly bear to part with you and you with her, could you possibly put up with me as a substitute for those few months and take me instead, if Dad could spare me ?" "By Jove!" said Nick, sitting up.
"I know it's great cheek of me to suggest it," Olga hastened to say.
"For of course I know I'd be a very poor substitute; but at least I could keep a motherly eye on you, and see that you were properly clothed and fed.

And Muriel herself couldn't possibly love you more." "By Jove!" Nick said again.

Olga's face flushed and eager was close to his.

He bent suddenly forward and kissed it.

"And what about you, my chicken ?" he said.
"I, Nick?
I should love it!" she said, with candid eyes raised to his.
"You can't imagine how much I should love it." "You'd be homesick," said Nick.
"Nick! With you!" He was looking at her with shrewd, flickering eyes.