“I don’t suppose he will,” said Esther. “Elphinstone Road wouldn’t be good enough for him, would it?”
June frowned.
“I don’t like to hear you talk like that about Micky! It’s not fair, when you don’t know him. I tell you he’s one of the best––and, anyway, as he’s a friend of mine–––”
Esther flushed.
“I’m sorry––I’d no right to have said anything about him at all; please forgive me.”
“Oh, it’s all right,” June said laconically. “But he isn’t a bit of a snob; he’d do anything in the world for anybody.”
Esther glanced up at his portrait on the shelf. She felt a trifle ashamed of what she had said; after all, Micky had been good to her in his own way, even if his own way had been patronising.
“And so I shall stay on here,” she said, after a moment. “And if you think you would still like me to share this room–––”
June pounced upon her.
“You darling! It’s too good to be true. Of course, I should love it! I’ll go and tell old Mother Elders straight away; it will put her in a good temper for a month.”