He, too, made a resolution to take the first boat available. He
would rather see a submarine than be one.
Strathdene also suddenly bolted, saying: "Sorry, but I've got to
run myself into the hangar. My doctor says I'm not to do any night
flying."
And now Kedzie was marooned with Jim. She was in a panic about
Strathdene; a fantastic jealousy assailed her. To the clandestine
all things are clandestine! What if he were hurrying away to meet
Charity? Charity returned to Kedzie's black books, and Jim joined
her there.
"Let's go home," said Kedzie, in the least honeymoony of tones.
Jim said, "All right, but why the sudden vinegar?"
"I hate people," said Kedzie.
"Are husbands people?" said Jim.
"Yes!" snapped Kedzie.
She smiled beatifically as she wrung Mrs. Noxon's hand and perjured
herself like a parting guest. And that was the last smile Jim saw
on her fair face that night.
He wondered why women were so damned unreasonably whimsical. They
may be damned, but there is usually a reason for their apparent
whims.
CHAPTER V
The next day Kedzie was still cantankerous, as it was perfectly
natural that she should be. She wanted to be a Marchioness and sail
away to the peerful sky. And she could not cut free from her anchor.
The Marquess was winding up his propeller to fly alone.
Jim, finding her the poorest of company, called on his mother. She
was well enough to be very peevish. So he left her and wandered about
the dull town.
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