“Oh, Lord!” sighed Kedzie. “I'll never do.” She was thinking that destiny had tossed her into the very arms of the aristocracy and she had been fool enough to fight her way out.
Jim Dyckman, meanwhile, was clambering into his car with clothes and ardor dampened. He was swearing to cut out the whole herd of women.
And Charity Coe Cheever was chattering flippantly with a group of the dispersing audience, while her heart was in throes of dismay at her own feelings and Jim Dyckman's.