"Do you mean----" Wolf began. Then his expression changed, and his
colour rose. "Norma--you don't mean that!"
"Yes, but I do!" she said, exquisite and flushed and laughing, in the
sweet early sunlight.
"You mean that you will marry me?" Wolf asked, dazedly.
"To-day!" she answered, fired by his look of awe and amazement and
rapture all combined. "I want to be safe," she added, quickly. "I trust
you more than any other man I know--I've loved you like a little sister
all my life."
"Ah--Norma, you darling--you darling!" he said. "But are you sure?"
"Oh, quite sure!" Norma turned him toward Broadway, her little arm
linked wife-fashion in his. "Don't we go along together nicely?" she
asked, gaily.
"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!"
"And I say let's be married first, and then go and see Rose."
"Norma----" He stopped in the street, and put his two hands on her
shoulders. "I'll be a good husband to you. You'll never be sorry you
trusted me. Dearest, it's--well, it's the most wonderful thing that ever
happened in my whole life! Here's our taxi--wait a minute; what day is
this?"
"Whatever else it is," she said, half-laughing and half-crying, "I know
it is my wedding day!"
CHAPTER XXIV
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