“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.
“Why,” he said, “it makes no difference, does it, dear?”