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Altruism is perhaps the most expensive of the virtues. No less epochal were those months for the Dyckmans, bride and groom. Their problems began to bourgeon immediately after they left New Jersey and went to Kedzie's old apartment for further debate as to their future lodgings. Mr. and Mrs. Thropp were amazed by their sudden return. Adna was a trifle sheepish.
"My husband had to come up to see about the worter not running in the bathroom, and I came along to see Miss the young lady. She's been awful good to me. Well, I'll be gettin' along. Good night, miss. Good night, sir." To save herself, she could not think of Kedzie's screen name. To save her daughter's future, she disowned her.
Kedzie's past was catching up with her. It is a glorious thing when one's past comes up loaded with food, munitions, good deeds, charities, mercies, valued friendships. But poor little Kedzie's little past included one incompetent and unacknowledged husband and two village parents.
She almost wished she were at home, gazing from her bed to the washstand and hearing her mother puttering about in the kitchen making breakfast; to Kedzie's young heart it was the superlative human luxury to know you ought to get up and not get up. She clambered to her feet and made what toilet she could while her seclusion lasted.
The credit for Kedzie's staying virtuous, as the word is used, was not entirely hers. Probably if all the truth were known women are no oftener seduced than seducing. Kedzie might have gone wrong half a dozen times at least if she had not somehow inspired in the men she met a livelier sense of protection than of spoliation.
The Breathasweeta came into such demand that Kalteyer was temporarily bankrupted by prosperity. He had to borrow so much money to float his wares that he had none for Kedzie's entertainment. Mr. Kiam took her up as a valuable model for advertising purposes. He aroused in Kedzie an inordinate appetite for pictures of herself.
During the same five minutes which were Kedzie's other girls were making for New York; some of them to succeed apparently, some of them to fail undeniably, some of them to become fine, clean wives; some of them to flare, then blacken against the sky because of famous scandals and fascinating crimes in which they were to be involved.
He convinced Gilfoyle easily when they were far from Kedzie and close to poverty; but when they hovered near Kedzie, Connery had the convincing to do all over again. He worked up an elaborate campaign for gaining entrance to Kedzie's apartment without following the classic method of smashing the door down.
Zada L'Etoile and others had a new costume for every dance. Kedzie had one tiresome hip-length shift and little else. As usual, poor Kedzie found that realization was for her the parody of anticipation. Kedzie's new art danced into her life a few new suitors, but they came at a time when she was almost imbecile over Thomas Gilfoyle, the advertising bard.
Kedzie's hair was as fascinating as that, and she had many graces and charms. For a while they had proved fascinating, but a man does not want to have a cartoon, however complexly beautiful, for a wife. Jim wanted a congenial companion that is to say, he wanted Charity Coe. But he could not have her.
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