"I am not brave enough!" she whispered. "You _are_ brave enough," Chris answered, quickly. "Tell him the truth--as you did on your wedding day. Tell him you acted on a mad impulse, and that you are sorry. A few days' discomfort, and you are free, and one week of happiness will blot out the whole wretched memory for ever." "It is not wretchedness, Chris," she corrected, with a rueful smile. But she did not contradict him, and before they parted she promised him that she would not go to California without at least telling Wolf how she felt about it. Rose and Harry joined them for the Saturday night reunion. Norma thought that Wolf seemed moody, and was unresponsive to her generous welcome, and she was conscious of watching him somewhat apprehensively as the evening wore on. But it was Sunday afternoon before the storm broke. Wolf was at church when Norma wakened, and as she dressed she meditated a trifle uneasily over this departure from their usual comfortable Sunday morning habit. She breakfasted alone, Wolf and his mother coming in for their belated coffee just as Norma, prettily coated and hatted and furred, was leaving the house for the ten-o'clock Mass. They did not meet again until luncheon, and as Wolf had explained that he must leave at four o'clock for Philadelphia, Norma began to think that this particular visit would end without any definite unpleasantness. However, at about three o'clock, he invited her to walk with him to the station, and join his mother later, at Rose's house, in New Jersey, and Norma dared not refuse. They locked the apartment, and walked slowly down Broadway, as they had walked so many thousand times before, in the streaming Sunday crowds. Before they had gone a block Wolf opened hostilities by asking abruptly: "Where did you go to church this morning?" Norma flushed, and laughed a little. "I went down to the Cathedral; I'm fond of it, you know. Why?" "Did you meet Chris Liggett?" Wolf asked. "Yes--I did, Wolf. He goes to the church near there, now and then." "When you telephone him to," Wolf said, grimly. Norma began to feel frightened. She had never heard this tone from Wolf before. "I did telephone him, as a matter of fact--or rather he happened to telephone me, and I said I was going there. Is there anything so horrifying in that?" she asked. "Just after you went out, the telephone operator asked me if the Murray Hill number had gotten us," Wolf answered; "that's how I happen to know."