“I’m just going back home,” Esther said. “I’ve been to an agency looking for a berth.”
“A berth!” A frown came between his eyes. “What sort of a berth?” he asked quickly.
Esther laughed.
“Well, I’m think of taking your advice––and going as companion to an old lady––not that she’s very old,” she added doubtfully, with sudden memory of Raymond’s mother.
“You mean that you have decided?”
She hesitated.
“Well, I have the refusal of it.” She looked at him with defiant eyes. “I am only just hesitating––I want to talk to Miss Mason about it––she is much more worldly wise than I am.”
“June is a very sensible woman,” he said. “I am glad you like her.” He hesitated. “And the––er––post?” he asked with an effort. “Will it be in town?”
“Oh yes.”
She was obviously not going to tell him any more, but Micky persevered.