"Norma—my God! If you knew how I love you—how I've longed for you! But I can't believe it; I never will believe it! What made you do it?"
Her face sobered for a second.
"Just needing you, I suppose! Wolf"—her colour rose—"I want you to know who it is; it's Chris."
"Who—the man who annoys you?" Wolf asked in healthy distaste.
"The man I'm afraid of," she answered, honestly.
"But—Lord!" Wolf exclaimed, simply, "he has a wife!"
"I know it!" the girl said, quickly. "But I wanted you to know. I want you to know why I'm running away from them all." Relief rang in her voice as his delighted eyes showed no cloud. "That's all!" she said.
"Norma, I can't—my God!—I can't tell whether I'm awake or dreaming!" Wolf was all joy again. "We'll—wait a minute!—we'll get a taxi; I'll telephone the factory later——" He paused suddenly. "Mother's in East Orange with Rose. Shall we go there first?"
"No; you're to do as I say from now on, Wolf!"
"Ah, you darling!"