"We'll manage him, Frank," he said, comfortingly, "and she will come back, she must come back; you will not even need to ask her. But it was the most foolish thing she could do to run away."
And he began to describe a case that had come up in Frankfort a short time before on the ground of wilful desertion.
Linden sprang up.
"Spare me your law cases," he said roughly. "Do you suppose I would bring her back by force?"
"And what if she will not come of herself, Frank?"
"She will come," he replied, shortly.
"And that scoundrel Wolff?"
Frank Linden gave his friend a cigar and took one himself, though he did not light it, and as he sat down again he said:
"You can ask that? Have I been in the habit of putting up with imposition, Richard?"
"No, but on what does the man found his claim?"