“Why too bad?” asked Solange, with eyes on broth and spoon.
“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.