Wolf scowled.
"You must not interfere in this little affair between my rival and myself, Barbara," he said, sternly.
"I will interfere," she quickly replied, "both for your sake and his. You've made a serious mistake, Herman. Correct it at once."
"I had to show him his place."
"It isn't fair. The men will resent it. You will make enemies. Your power is complete. You can afford to be generous."
Wolf looked at her with hungry, admiring gaze.
"Perhaps you're right," he said slowly.
"Of course I'm right!" she replied, "and you know it. You've made him a martyr and a hero on the first day of his fall from power. Your true policy is just the opposite. Let him do what he pleases for a time. Above all things don't put yourself in the position of his enemy. Your strength lies in standing as his patron and friend."
"By Jove, Barbara," Wolf cried, "what a wise head on your little shoulders! Come, be honest with me now—you're not in love with this man?"
The girl smiled demurely: