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It's such a big chance to make a pile of money for those poor soldiers." Cheever was lost. Unconsciously she had cleared up the scandal of her talk with Dyckman. He remembered that he had seen Mrs. Noxon at another table, standing. He felt like a dog and he wanted to fawn at the heels he had prepared to bite. He felt unworthy to be the associate of his sainted wife in her good works.
She put back her hands to indicate her inappropriate costume, a flimsy evening gown of brilliant color. "Mrs. Noxon has gone out to dinner. I was to go with her, but I begged off. I'm going to New York to-morrow, and I was blue and " "And so am I. I've got an extra coat in my car, and the night is mild." "No, I'd better not." "Aw, come along!" "No-o " "Yes!" "All right.
Noxon came down with her hat on and her gloves going on. She pinched Dyckman's cheek and kissed him and said: "It's sweet of you, Jimmie, to call on an old crone like me, and so promptly. She'll be down in a minute. But you must be on your good behavior, Jim, for they're talking about you, you know. They're bracketing your name with Charity's." "The dirty beasts! I'll " "You can't, Jim.
Noxon on the stand to confirm the proof that Charity had spent the night away, but the old lady showed her contempt of the court and of the submarines by sailing for Europe to escape the ordeal.
Charity's secretary, Miss Gurdon, made dozens of suggestions, but none of them was big enough to interest Charity. One day a card came up to her with a letter of introduction from Mrs. Noxon: CHARITY DEAR, This will acquaint you with a very clever girl, Miss Grace Havender. Her mother was a school friend of mine. Miss Havender arranges to have moving pictures taken of people.
Charles came in to say that Mrs. Noxon was outside. Kedzie recognized the great name with terror. Lady Powell-Carewe snapped: "Tell the old camel I'm ill. I can't see her to-day. I'm ill to everybody to-day. I've taken a big job on." This was sublime. To have aristocrats turned away for her!
Noxon turned from them to the dispersing nymphs of Miss Silsby's troupe. The nymphs were dressed in the fashion of 916 B.C. They also were laughing and snickering, as they sauntered toward the clump of trees and shrubs which masked their dressing-tent. One of them was not laughing Kedzie. She was slinking along in wet clothes and doused pride. The beautiful wrap that Mrs.
Noxon at the time when she was editing the list of invitations for the afternoon. Mrs. Noxon seemed to be properly shocked. "Of course, you'll not invite her now," said Mrs. Platen. "Not invite her!" Mrs. Noxon snorted. "I'll invite her twice. In the first place, I don't believe it of Charity Coe. I knew her mother. In the second, if it's true, what of it?
Charity Coe has done so much good that she has a right to do no end of bad to balance her books." To emphasize her support, Mrs. Noxon insisted on Charity Coe's coming to her as a house-guest for a week before the fete. This got into all the papers and redeemed Charity's good name amazingly. Perhaps Jim Dyckman saw it in the papers.
Noxon had defended Charity against gossip once before, but to defend her against appearances was too much to ask. "Well-behaved people," she told Charity, "do not have appearances." She was so cold that Charity froze also, and set her maid to packing. Mrs. Noxon's frigidity was a terrifying example of what she was to expect. She returned to New York on the first train. Jim was on it, too.
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