“You do work hard,” she agreed.
“But not near as hard as I mean to work now—for you,” he assured her.
She tightened her fingers upon his in reply.
“I mean to be a successful man, Helen, for you. You shall have everything.”
“I need only you,” she answered.
“The world is a wolf, did you know that?”
She did not, she said.
“Yes, it is; and the man that makes good in it has got to be a wolf too.”
The lamb looked up at the wolf and smiled. She was merely noticing for the hundredth time how handsome he was, and wishing he had compared himself to a lion. She preferred to think of him as a lion.