She brushed his cheek with hers.
"Of course you didn't," she reassured him.
"If you'd the slightest——"
She threw her head back proudly, her breast swelled.
"I married you to lead your life. Jack, whatever it was," she told him, "to be your _help_mate."
"You're the game little sportsman in this town!" he cried. "And if you want to make those flub-dubs crawl, by God you sail in! I'll back you!"
Ten minutes later she asked him:
"What are you going to do, yourself, Jack? Somehow, I can't imagine you idle."
"Well," said Sherwood, "the boys are organizing a stock exchange, and it struck me that it might be a good idea if I went into that."
She began to laugh softly, in affectionate amusement.