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When Jim came in he was struck aglow by Kedzie's comeliness and by a certain authority she had, Liliane pointed to her, as an artist might point to a canvas with which he has had success, and demanded his admiration. His eyes paid the tribute his lips stammered over. Kedzie was incandescent with her triumph, and she went down the stairway to collect her dues.
He praised him till Kedzie began to think him worth cultivation, especially as he proposed to flood the country with portraits of Kedzie as the Breathasweeta Girl. The muse of advertising swooped down and whispered to Gilfoyle the delicious lines to be printed under Kedzie's smile. Kiss me again. Who are you? You use Breathasweeta. You must be all right. Kalteyer was swept off his feet.
They gasped with the pity of it, and Kedzie's eyes were reeking with tears and Gilfoyle's lips were shivering when they wrenched out of that lock of torment. He caught her back to him and kissed her salt-sweet mouth. Her kiss was brackish on his lips as life was. She felt a kind of assault in the fervor of his kiss, but she did not resist.
He was deeply touched by her woe and promised that he would take better care of her. But his military engagements were not elastic. He dared not neglect them. They took more and more of his evenings and invaded his days. Besides, he was poor company for Kedzie's mood. He had little of the humming-bird restlessness, and he could not keep up with her flights.
Finally he had gone to the Mexican Border for an indefinite stay, leaving her to her own devices and the devices of any man who came along. It was too much like leaving a diamond outdoors: it cheapened the diamond. But Strathdene ah, Strathdene! He turned blue at the mention of Kedzie's husband. When Jim came back from Texas and Kedzie had to be polite to him Strathdene almost had hydrophobia.
She saw nothing but the successive garments and had those ready magically. She laced the stays and slid the stockings on and locked the garters and set the slippers in place. She was miraculously deft with Kedzie's hair, and her suggestions were the last word in tact.
Dyckman was impressed with Kedzie's beauty and paid it immediate tribute. "Oh, but you are an exquisite thing! No wonder our boy is mad about you." Kedzie's heart pranced at this, and she barely checked the giggle of triumph that bounded in her throat. But the only thing she could think of was what she dared not say: "So you're the famous Mrs. Dyckman! Why, you're fatter than momma."
The girl was jealous of somebody that he called his patrie, and he miserably endeavored to persuade her that a man could love both his patrie and his amie, and yet give his life to the former at her call. Kedzie was too sleepy to feel much curiosity. A neighbor's woe is a soothing lullaby. In the very crisis of their debate, the little moan of Kedzie's yawn startled and silenced the farewellers.
She broke right into her mother's description of a harrowing lumbago she had suffered from: it was that bad she couldn't neither lay nor set that is to say, comfortable. Kedzie's own new-fangled pronunciations and phrases fell from her mind, and she spoke in purest Nimrim: "Listen, momma and poppa. I'm in a peck of trouble, and maybe you can help me out." "Is it money?" Adna wailed, sepulchrally.
There was a look on Kedzie's face that frightened him. "She means business," he groaned. Charity sighed: "Divorce! And me to be named!" "She won't do that. She owes you everything." "What an ideal chance to pay off the debt!" "Don't you worry. I'll protect you," Jim insisted. "How?" said Charity. "I'll fight the case to the limit." "Are you so eager to keep your wife?" said Charity. "No.
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