"After this even a Nevada divorce will mean notoriety for you. And you've lost the mine." "I have not lost it," said Solange. "Monsieur Murphy gave me half of it--but I traded it away." "Traded it?" "For a team of dogs to take you out. As for a divorce, Monsieur de Launay, there is a difficulty in the way." "A difficulty! What's that? All you have to do is establish a residence. I'm still an American citizen--at least I never took steps to be naturalized in France. Perhaps that's why they demoted me. Anyhow, such a marriage of form wouldn't hold a minute if you want to have it annulled." Solange blushed a little. "But you forget. I cannot blame you for I hardly recalled it myself until recently. I am a Catholic--and divorce is not allowed." "But--even a Catholic could get an annulment--under the circumstances, if she wished it." "But----" said Solange, and stopped. "But what?" "Be quiet, please! If you twist that way you will spill the broth. If I wished--yes, perhaps." "Solange!" "But I--do not wish!" De Launay lay still a moment, then: "Solange!" "Monsieur?" "_Why_ don't you wish it?" She stole a glance at him and then turned away. His face was damp and the fever was glittering in his eyes but behind the fever was a great hunger. "Husbands," said Solange, "are not plentiful, monsieur." He sank back on the bed, sighing a little as though exhausted. Instantly Solange bent over him, frightened. "Is that all?" she heard him mutter. Slowly she stooped until her glimmering hair swept around his face and her lips met his. "_Méchant!_" she breathed, softly. "That is not all. There is also--this!" Her lips clung to his. Finally she straightened up and arranged her hair, smiling down at him, her cheeks flushed delicately and her eyes wonderfully soft. "Morgan _la fée_!" said De Launay. "My witch--my fairy lady!" Solange kissed him lightly on the forehead and rose. "We must be getting ready to go," she said. "It will be a hard trip, I am afraid. But we shall get you down to the town and there is enough money left to keep you in the hospital until you are well again. And I shall find work until everything is all right again." De Launay stared at her. "Hasn't Sucatash given you that note?" "But what note?" He laughed out loud. "Call him in." When the cow-puncher came in he held the note in his hand and held it out to Solange. "I done forgot this till this minute, ma'am. The boss told me to give it to you to-day--but I reckon it ain't needed yet." "Open it," said De Launay. Solange complied and took out the two inclosures. The first she read was the will and her eyes filled at this proof of De Launay's care for her, although she had no idea that his estate was of value. Then she unfolded the second paper. This she read with growing amazement. "But," she cried, and stopped. She looked at him, troubled. "I did not know!" she said, uncertainly. His hand groped for hers and as she took it, timidly, he drew her closer.