The trouble is, I can see it so plain if everything happens right--and then--well--"
Ted is not very consoling.
"People get funny ideas about each other when they aren't close by. Even when they're in love," he says rather darkly; and then, for no apparent reason, "Poor Billy. See it?"
Oliver has, unfortunately--the announcement that the engagement between Miss Flavia Marston of Detroit and Mr. William Curting of New York has been broken by mutual consent was an inconspicuous little paragraph in the morning papers. "That was all--just funny ideas and being away. And then this homebred talent came along," Ted muses.
"Well, you're the hell of a--"
Ted suddenly jerks into consciousness of what he has been saying.
"Sorry" he says, completely apologetic, "didn't mean a word I said, just sorry for Billy, poor guy. 'Fraid it'll break him up pretty bad at first." This seems to make matters rather worse and he changes the subject abruptly. "How's Nancy?" he asks with what he hopes seems disconnected