“I do think you two might try and like one another, if only for my sake,” she said. “It’s so perfectly obvious that you hate one another, and I cannot see why for the life of me.”
“One of your instinctive hates, perhaps,” Micky submitted, with a touch of irony. He went back to the chair.
“Miss Shepstone tells me she has found a berth,” he said, after a moment. June nodded.
“Yes. Did she tell you with whom?”
“Yes; Mrs. Ashton.”
Something in the tone of his voice made June look up quickly.
“Well?” she said.
Micky shrugged his shoulders.
“Nothing––I dared to suggest that perhaps she would not like the place, and she flew at me.”
June laughed.