Beecher did not resist. He recounted lightly, making little of the few passages at arms between him and Nan Charters, ending with a droll reproduction of his laughing exit, cured and disillusionized.
"Ah, my poor Teddy!" said Emma Fornez, shaking her head. "Everything you say proves what I feared."
"What?"
"You are in love; you are beyond hope!
"What, after I've told you this?"
"Exactly. She asked you to telephone, you didn't. Why? Because you are in love—you are afraid."
"Emma, I will tell you the truth," he said, with an excusing shrug.
"Aha!"
"I was attracted—"
"Good!"