June looked disappointed. “Oh, well, if you really must go,” she said. “Come back when you’ve seen her.”
“Thank you,” said Esther. She turned to Micky, who had risen. “I won’t say good-bye, then,” she said with an effort to speak lightly.
He held open the door for her, and a moment later she had gone. As soon as he came back to his chair June rounded on him.
“What have you said to annoy her?” She looked quite angry! “I wanted you to like each other. Really, Micky, you are the limit! She won’t come back again, you see if she does.”
“No,” said Micky. “I don’t think she will.” He laughed a rather chagrined laugh. “I haven’t said anything as far as I know,” he added. “It’s what you’ve said, I fancy. You’ve fed her up with accounts of what a wonderful person I am.”
“So you are,” said June.
He frowned.
“It’s kind of you to think so, but I don’t know anybody else who shares your opinion.”
“Well, I can’t help the world being full of idiots, can I?” she demanded in exasperation. “And, Micky, why did you come here to-day? When I asked you before you said you didn’t want to come; you’ve soon changed your mind.”
“I came to tell you about Miss Shepstone. You asked me to get her a berth....”