"My dear girl, don't you see what that means?"
"No, not quite."
"It means Fargus being alive, in the eye of the law,—for seven years you can neither marry nor touch"—he paused to give the full blow to his next words—"nor touch one cent of the property."
"But that is terrible! That is not just!" she protested mechanically, still incapable of estimating the sentence. The blow was too crushing, and, before they overwhelm, the great misfortunes demand time. "And that is what you call justice!"
"I, I call it law!" he said with a laugh.
"Well—what can we do?" she asked, turning to him in frightened appeal.
"Nothing—wait."
"But I am his wife—do you mean that I—"
"Cannot touch one cent!"
"But I am his wife!"