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The presence of the servants was depressing, and when the long meal was over and the four Dyckmans were alone in the drawing-room, they were less at ease than before. They had not even knives and forks to play with. Mrs. Dyckman said at length, "Are you going to the theater, do you think?" Jim did not care or dare to take his bride abroad just yet. He shook his head. Mrs.
You needn't think you can put anything over on me." "And who are you?" said Dyckman. "I'm Connery the detective, and I've got the goods on you." He advanced on Dyckman, and Gilfoyle came with him. Gilfoyle took courage from the puzzled confusion of Dyckman, and he poured forth invectives. "You think because you're rich you can go around breaking up homes and decoying wives away, do you?
She got along famously with the men, but their manner was not quite satisfactory, either. There was a corrosive something in their flattery, a menace in their approach. There were the horrible experiences when Mrs. Dyckman called on Mrs. Thropp and the worse burlesque when Mrs. Thropp called on Mrs. Dyckman. The servants had a glorious time over it, and Kedzie overheard Mrs.
Thropp would have had to be far less comely than she was to be unwelcome. She had the ultimate charm of perfect timeliness. He greeted her with that deference he paid to all women, and she adored him at once, independently of his fortune. Adna said that he had always been an admirer of the old Dyckman and was glad to meet his boy, being as he was a railroad man himself, in a small way.
They had been married so easily; there must be an easy way of unmarrying. She studied Dyckman. She must not frighten him away, or let him suspect. She laughed nervously and went back to his arms, giggling: "Such a wonderful thing it is to have you want me for your wife! I'm not worthy of your name, or your love, or anything."
The quality missing in Kedzie was the sense of terror and meekness expectable in brides. Her sole distress was, to Jim's amazement, the obscurity and solitude of their retreat. Kedzie was rapturous, but she had not the slightest desire to hide it from the world. She was Mrs. Jim Dyckman, and she didn't care who knew it. Poor Kedzie had her own sorrows to mar her triumph.
This meant that Kedzie must leave New York only partly conquered and must tear herself away from Jim Dyckman. She broke down and cried when she told Dyckman of this, and for the first time his sympathies were stampeded on her account. He petted her, and she slid into his arms with a child-like ingratiation that made his heart swell with pity.
There was no help for it, or none apparent to the fear-stricken; and for the twenty succeeding minutes the type-writer clicked monotonously in the small ante-room. Dyckman could hear his persecutor pacing the floor of the private office, and once he found himself looking about him for a weapon.
The childish old fates played one of their cheapest jokes on Jim Dyckman when, after they had dangled Charity Coe just out of his reach for a lifetime, they flung her at his head. They do those things. They waken the Juliets just a moment too late to save the Romeos and themselves. Jim had revered Charity as far too good for him, and now everybody wondered if he would do the right thing by her.
The hall-boy timidly announced: "Mistoo Dyckman is down year askin' kin he see you. Kin he?" "Send him up, please," said Kedzie. Then she turned to Ferriday. "He's here at this hour! I wonder why." "I'd better slope." "Do you mind?" "Not in the least. I'll go up a flight of stairs and take the elevator after His Majesty has finished with it. Good-by. Get busy!"
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