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He enjoyed a few days of honeymoon with Charity. He dodged Zada on the telephone, and he gave Mr. Hudspeth instructions to say that he was always out in case of a call from "Miss You Know." "I know," Mr. Hudspeth answered. One morning, at an incredibly early hour for Zada, she walked into his office and asked Mr. Hudspeth to retire also the suspiciously good-looking stenographer.
That note, so lightly written in seeming, had been torn from a desperate heart and written in tears and blood. Since she had learned that her husband really loved Zada and that she was going to mother him a child, Charity had been unable to adjust her soul to the new problem. The Reverend Doctor Mosely had promised her advice, but the poor man could not match his counsel with the situation.
She must have been the laughing-stock or the pitying-stock of the whole world for a long time. When they reached home she bade Cheever a perfectly cheerful good-night and left him to a cold supper the butler had laid out for him. She did not know that he stole from the house and flew to Zada. Charity was tempted to an immediate denunciation of Cheever and a declaration of divorce.
Kedzie, like Zada, was a self-made lady and she wanted to conceal the authorship from the great-grandmother-built ladies she encountered. She pouted a moment, then she said to the servant, "We'll see her." She turned to Jim. "Come along. I'll go and pet your old cat and get her off my chest." Jim thudded dismally along in her wake. Charity was in the drawing-room wearing her politest face.
What's the name Zada Le Something or other. She's a gorgeous creature. Have you seen her recently?" Several women began signaling wildly to Mrs. Neff to keep quiet. Charity saw their semaphores at work, but Mrs. Neff was blind blind, but not speechless. She kept on singing the praises of Zada till everybody wanted to gag her. An open mind to gossip is an important thing.
It happened that he found the Cheever limousine waiting outside. He said to the chauffeur: "Where does Miss Zada L'Etoile live?" The chauffeur was startled. He answered, with a touch of raillery: "Search me, sir. How should I know?" "I want none of your back talk," said Dyckman, ready to maul the chauffeur or anybody for practice. He took out his pocket-book and lifted the first bill he came to.
Charity pretended a great interest in her program and laughed flightily. Cheever was morose. He stole glances at Zada and saw that she was in anguish. He felt that he had treated her like dirt. He was unworthy of her, or of his wife, or of anything but a horsewhip. He glanced at Charity and was fooled by her casual chatter.
"Nonie, nonie." "Never did, did he?" "Never." "Only married her, didn't he?" "That's allie." "Zada is only really wifie?" "Only onlykins." Charity listened with a greed of self-torment like a fanatic penitent. The chatter of the two had none of the indecency she had expected, and that made it the more intolerably indecent.
Zada was amazing in her postures and gyrations, but Kedzie thought that she herself could have danced as well if she had had that music, that costume, that partner, and a little practice. When Zada had completed her calisthenics she did not sit down with Mr. Devoe, but went back to the table where the lone smoker sat.
He stared at Zada, and his anger ran out of his face just as the water ran out of the silver washbowl in the sleeping-car. Then he began to laugh softly, but as if he wanted to laugh right out loud. He put his napkin up and laughed into that. And then the anger he had lost ran up into Zada's face, and she looked at Peter as if she wanted to kill him.
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