"Wolf, don't be cross," his wife pleaded, in illogical coaxing.
"I'm not cross," he said, with an annoyed glance that humiliated and angered her. "But I don't like this sort of thing, Norma, and I should think you'd know why."
"What sort of thing?" Norma countered, quickly.
"The sort of thing that evidently Mr. Christopher Liggett thinks is fair play!" Wolf said, with youthful bitterness. "Harry saw you both walking up Fifth Avenue yesterday, and Joe Anderson happened to mention that you and a man were lunching together on Thursday, down at the Lafayette. There may be no harm in it——"
"There may be!" Norma echoed, firing. "You know very well there isn't!"
"You see him every day," Wolf said.
"I don't see him every day! But if I did, it wouldn't be Harry Redding's and Joe Anderson's business!"
"No," Wolf said, more mildly, "but it might be mine!"
Norma realized that he was softening under her distress, and she changed her tone.
"Wolf, you know that you can trust me!" she said.