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Updated: May 2, 2025
"It's perfectly awful," said Mrs. Thropp, "but bad luck can't go on forever." On April 2d the future Mrs. Strathdene was cheered by an extraordinary spectacle newspapers in the Metropolitan Opera House! Kedzie was there with her waning Marquess. The occasion was rare enough in itself, for an American opera was being heard: "The Canterbury Pilgrims," with Mr. Reginald De Koven's music to Mr.
Strathdene knew how to dodge and duck, turn somersaults, volplane, spiral, coast downward on an invisible toboggan-slide, or climb into heaven on an airy stair. The sky was full of such flocks; the gallant American gentlemen who made up the Escadrille Lafayette went clouding with him, and Mr. Robert Lorraine, the excellent actor, and Mr.
Kedzie even promised Strathdene that she would not wait till the morning, but would at once demand her husband's consent to the divorce. It was only on such an understanding that Strathdene could endure to intrust his delicate treasure to the big brute's keeping. Kedzie entered her home with her oration all primed. But Jim was not there. He did not come home that night.
I'll bet that by the time I get married to Strathie there'll be nothing left but republics, and no titles at tall. His people came over with Henry the Conqueror and his title will last just long enough for me to reach for it, and then woof! Wouldn't it be just my luck to become plain Mrs. Strathdene after all I've had to go through! Honestly, m'mah, don't I just have the dog-on'dest luck!"
She went to put her exquisite arms about them and the three so dissimilar heads were grotesquely united. The Marquess of Strathdene pretended to be disgusted and stormed out. But that was because he did not want to be seen making an ass of himself, weeping as Bottom the Weaver wept.
"They've got us ditched, honey, for a while, but we'll get righted soon and then life will be as smooth as smooth." She tried to smile for his sake, but she had finished with hope. While Jim and Charity sat by the roadside the Marchioness of Strathdene, nee Kedzie Thropp, of Nimrim, sat on a fine cushion and salted with her tears the toasted English crumpet she was having with her tea.
She was afraid to have Jim take her to her mother's address lest her woeful luck should bring Strathdene and Jim together at the door. That was her excellent reason for rebuffing her husband's courtesy and setting out alone. Her mother was only too willing to abet Kedzie's forlorn hope. It was the forlornness of Kedzie that saved her.
But the nearest approach to protection in his power lay along the lines of appearing to be indifferent to her. He had not been told of Kedzie's infatuation for Strathdene and he had not suspected it. Charity was tempted to refer to it, but she felt that it would be contemptibly petty at the moment.
Then she caught sight of Charity Coe, and greeted her with a smile of sincere delight. For once Kedzie loved Charity. Suddenly it came upon her what a beautiful solution it would be for everybody if Jim could take Charity and leave Kedzie free to take Strathdene.
She wanted a brief respite from terror. She did not know till later to what further risks she was exposing her boy. Kedzie was grimly resolute about getting her freedom from Jim in order to transfer it to Strathdene. She planned to manage it quietly for the sake of her own future. But a sickening mess was made of it. For Kedzie fell into the hands of a too, too conscientious lawyer.
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