New York (State) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
This pained and bewildered him at first, because he felt that wedded
rapture should hide itself awhile in its own lovely loneliness. Besides,
his appearance in New York with a wife would involve him in endless
explanations--and there would be reporters to see, and society editors
and photographers, and his family and all his friends.
But those were just what Kedzie wanted. And at last she told him so.
“You act as if you were ashamed to be seen with me,” she cried out.
The only answering argument to this was to take her back to town at
once. The question of how and where they were to live was important.
They had not settled it in the flurry of their hasty secret marriage.
Jim supposed that a hotel would be necessary till they found a house. He
loathed the thought of a hotel, but a suitable furnished house might not
be in the market at the moment. He suggested an apartment.
This reminded Kedzie of how Gilfoyle had sent her out on a flat-hunt.
She would have more money now, but there would doubtless be something
the matter with every place. The most urgent thing was to get out of New
Jersey. They could discuss residences in the car.
And they did discuss them. Building a new house would take years. Buying
a ready-made house and furnishing it would take days, perhaps weeks.
Kedzie could not choose which one of the big hotels she most wanted to
camp in. Each had its qualities and their defects.
When they were on the ferry crossing the river she had not yet made up
her mind. Jim had no mind to make up. He was reduced to a mere waiter on
her orders. He laughed at himself. This morning at daybreak he had been
reproaching himself for being a vicious gorilla who had carried off a
little girl; now he was realizing that the little girl had carried him
off and was making a monkey of him.
Kedzie's mental disarray was the overwhelming influence of infinite
money. For the first time in her life she could disregard price-marks
entirely. Curiously, that took away half the fun of the thing. It seemed
practically impossible for her to be extravagant. She would learn before
long that there are countless things that plutocrats cannot afford,
that they also must deny themselves much, feel shabby, and envy their
neighbors. For the present she realized only that she had oodles of
money to sprinkle.
But it takes training to spend money, and Kedzie was now unpractised.
Her wisher was so undeveloped that she could only wish for things
available to people of moderate affluence. She could not wish for a
yacht, because Jim had a yacht. She could not wish for a balloon because
she would not go up in it. She could wish for a house, but she could not
walk into it without delay. She could not live in two hotels at once.
Jewelry she could use in quantities, but even at that she had only so
much surface area to hang it on. In fact, when she came right face to
face with facts, what was there worth wishing for? What was the use of
being so dog-on rich, anyway?
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