"Of course," she said demurely.
He cleared his throat uncomfortably.
"Some time ago," he told her, "I realized that you sought me out in the first place for a purpose."
He paused, and the look he cast at her was eager, though guarded carefully.
"Yes?" she questioned.
"Yes," he went on. "I realized that. And also that you continued to come because that purpose was not yet fulfilled, and because conditions made it necessary for you to look me up."
"Yes, I understand—" as he had come to a stop, rather helplessly.
"Well, just that," he floundered. "And then Selden changed his tactics, and I could go to you. So you—you didn't come to me any more."
"Fairly well elucidated," she laughed, "if repetition makes for clearness. Well, you understand now—so let's forget it."
"I want you to understand that it wasn't because I didn't wish to come. It was just thick-headedness."