"You can't," Beauty called after her, hoping that her words alone could call Jo back. She couldn't let Ted's lady leave with the worst of impressions. It wasn't fair. It wasn't right.
"You really can't know," she pleaded. Could she chase after Jo? For Ted? Beauty steeled herself for it, hoping she wouldn't have to. "Please," she begged. "Please, don't go. He's like a father, and a dear friend, but -- Jo, please, it isn't at all what you might think!"
She put a foot out the door, then another. Ted would be hurt, and it would be her fault if she did nothing.... if she let Jo leave with the completely wrong idea. "Please," she called at that blonde head.