Micky looked a little embarrassed when he saw Esther. He glanced quickly round the room. “June ... I–––”
“She’s coming in a moment,” Esther explained. “Won’t you sit down?”
Micky sat on the arm of the big chair; he was cold; he leaned forward, rubbing his hands vigorously. Esther watched him critically.
She had told June that she did not consider him in the least good-looking, but now the thought crossed her mind that this had not been quite a fair thing.
He was tall and well made, and he had brown hair that grew well about his temples, and waved slightly where it parted.
His nose was nothing particular and slightly crooked, and his eyes were nondescript in colour, but kind ... so kind! Esther remembered it was the first thing she had noticed about him the night they met.
He looked up.
“Well,” he said, “have you found another berth yet?”
“I’m going to Mrs. Ashton’s,” Esther said.