The only thing that seemed to stand in Kedzie's way was the odious name of Dyckman.
“What's Dyckman, anyway?” said Mrs. Thropp. “Nothin' but a common old Dutch name.”
But how to shake it off was the problem. Kedzie had to cling to Strathdene with one hand while she tried to release herself from the Dyckmans with the other.
She had a dreadful feeling that she might lose them both if she were not exceedingly careful and exceedingly lucky.
Help came to her unexpectedly from Charity Coe, unexpectedly, though Charity was always helping Kedzie.
CHAPTER IV
Charity Coe had been tormented by the spectacle of her friend's wife flirting recklessly with the young Marquess of Strathdene while her husband was at the Border with the troops. But she was far more sharply wrung when she saw Kedzie flirting with her husband, playing the devoted wife with all her might and getting away with it to perfection.
There is hardly anything our eyes bring us that is more hideous than known disloyalty successfully masquerading as fidelity. The Judas kiss is not to be surpassed in human detestation.