"Nat'rally, nat'rally you're kept in an uncomfortable state, not knowing jist how you stand.

There ain't but one thing to do.

Jist rise up, quiet like, and get a divorce agin Spencer.
Hold on! There ain't a judge or jury in California that wouldn't give it to you right off the nail, without asking questions.

Why, you 'ld get it by default if you wanted to; you 'ld just have to walk over the course! And then, Belle," he drew his chair still nearer her, "when you've settled down again--well!--I don't mind renewing that offer I once made ye, before Spencer ever came round ye--I don't mind, Belle, I swear I don't! Honest Injin! I'm in earnest, there's my hand!" Mrs.Tucker's reply has not been recorded.

Enough that half an hour later Mr.Weaver appeared in the courtyard with traces of tears on his foolish face, a broken falsetto voice, and other evidence of mental and moral disturbance.