And in the lonesome and bitter days in which his great dream had come true, without Norma to share it, days in which he had been thinking of her as affiliated more and more with the element he despised, identified more and more with the man who had wrecked--or tried to wreck--her life, Wolf had imagined this meeting, and imagined her as tentatively holding out the olive branch of peace; and he had had time to formulate exactly what he should answer to such an appeal. "I'm sorry, Norma," he had imagined himself saying. "I'm terribly sorry! But just talking doesn't undo these things, just _saying_ that you didn't mean it, and that it's all over. No, married life can't be picked up and put down again like a coat. You _were_ my wife, and God knows I worshipped you--heart and soul! If some day these people get tired of you, or you get tired of them, that'll be different! But you've cut me too deep--you've killed a part of me, and it won't come alive again! I've been through hell--wondering what you were doing, what you were going to do! I never should have married you; now let's call it all quits, and get out of it the best way we can!" But when he saw her, the familiar, lovely face that he had loved for so many years, when he felt the little gloved hand on his arm, and realized that somehow, out of the utter desolation and loneliness of the big city, she had come to him again, that she was here, mistily smiling at him, and he could touch her and hear her voice, everything else vanished, as if it had never been, and he put his big arm about her hungrily, and kissed her, and they were both in tears. "Oh, Wolf----!" Norma faltered, the dry spaces of her soul flooding with springtime warmth and greenness, and a great happiness sweeping away all consciousness of the place in which they stood, and the interested eyes about them. "Oh, Wolf----!" She thought that she added, "Would you have gone away without me!" but as a matter of fact words were not needed now. "Nono--you _do_ love me?" he whispered. Or perhaps he only thought he enunciated the phrase, for although Norma answered, it was not audibly. Neither of them ever remembered anything coherent of that first five minutes, in which momentous questions were settled between Norma's admiring comment upon Wolf's new coat, and in which they laughed and cried and clung together in shameless indifference to the general public. But presently they were calm enough to talk, and Wolf's first constructive remark, not even now very steady or clear, was that he must put off his going, get hold of Voorhies somehow---- But no, Norma said, even while they were dashing toward the telegraph office. She had already bought her ticket; she was going, too--to-night--this very hour----! Wolf brought her up short, ecstatic bewilderment in his face. "But your trunks----?"