"I know what I told you!" Wolf said, clearing his throat.
"And—do you still feel—that way?"
"You know I do, Norma," Wolf said, more concerned for her emotion than his own. "Do you—do you want me to send this—this fellow about his business?"
"Oh, no!" she said, laughing nervously. "I don't want any one to know it; nobody must dream it! I can't marry him, I shall never marry him. But—he won't let me alone. Wolf——" She seemed to herself to be getting no nearer her point, and now she seized her courage in both hands, and looked up at him bravely. "Will you—take care of me?" she faltered. "I mean—I mean as your wife?"
"Do you mean——" Wolf began. Then his expression changed, and his colour rose. "Norma—you don't mean that!"
"Yes, but I do!" she said, exquisite and flushed and laughing, in the sweet early sunlight.
"You mean that you will marry me?" Wolf asked, dazedly.
"To-day!" she answered, fired by his look of awe and amazement and rapture all combined. "I want to be safe," she added, quickly. "I trust you more than any other man I know—I've loved you like a little sister all my life."
"Ah—Norma, you darling—you darling!" he said. "But are you sure?"
"Oh, quite sure!" Norma turned him toward Broadway, her little arm linked wife-fashion in his. "Don't we go along together nicely?" she asked, gaily.