"I'm sorry." She was crying.
"What is it?"
"It was me this afternoon. I have been doing those things. I never went to any highly recommended man at all."
Pendleton felt tolerant. "So what? Things will work out somehow."
Beth sat up. "I can't stop it, Ben."
Pendleton thought he heard an odd quaver in her voice. "You're not onstage now, kid. Save the phony touches."
Her leg swung round, just missing his head, and she stood up. "That's your trouble. You're totally incapable of comprehending."
"I comprehend you. You're loony and a liar."
Beth slapped him. "It'll be simpler if I stop being me!"