was some way of letting you out of it, as far as I am
concerned! Of course you don't have to go to California with me--if that
helps. You can get your freedom, easily enough, after awhile. But as
long as he's tied, it doesn't seem to me that he has any business----"

His gentle tone disarmed her, and she took up Chris's defence eagerly.

"Wolf, don't you believe there is such a thing as love? Just that two
people find out that they belong to each other--whether it's right or
wrong, or possible or impossible--and that it may last for ever?"

"No," said Wolf, harshly, "I don't believe it! He's married--doesn't he
love his wife?"

"Well, of course he loves her! But this is the first time in all his
life that he has--cared--this way!" Norma said.

Wolf made no answer, and she felt that she had scored. They were in the
station now, and weaving their way down toward the big concourse. Norma
took her husband's arm.

"Please--please--don't make scenes, Wolf! If you will just believe me
that I wouldn't--truly I wouldn't!--hurt you and Aunt Kate for all the
world----"

"Ah, Norma," he said, quickly, "I can't take my wife on those terms!"
And turning from the ticket window he added, sensibly: "Liggett is tied,
of course. But would you like me to leave you here when I go West? Until
you are surer of yourself--one way or another? You only have to say so!"

She only had to say so. He had reached, of his own accord, the very
point to which she long had hoped to bring him. But perversely, Norma
did not quite like to have Wolf go off to Philadelphia with this
unpalatable affirmative ringing in his ears. She looked down. A moment's
courage now, and she would win everything--and more than everything!--to
which Chris had ever urged her. But she felt oddly sad and even hurt by
his willingness to give her her way.

"All right!" he said, hastily. "That's understood. I'll tell Mother I
don't want you to follow, for awhile. Good-bye, Norma! You're taking the
next tube? Wait a minute--I want a _Post_----"

Was he trying to show her how mean he could be? she thought, as with a
heartache, and a confused sense of wrong and distress, she slowly went
upon her way. Of course that parting was just bravado, of course he felt
more than that! She resented it--she thought he had been unnecessarily
unkind----

But her spirits slowly settled themselves. Wolf knew what she felt, now,
and they had really parted without bitterness. A pleasant sense