“Well, I must be getting along,” he said. He pulled out his watch and looked at it, but he never noticed what the time was.
He was thinking of Esther and the tears he had surprised.
“And when are you going to introduce me to this man who is to make my fortune?” June demanded crisply. She was standing on a footstool, trying to see herself in a glass above the mantelshelf.
“Esther, you might have told me what a sight I look! My hair is all over the place.”
“I thought it looked nice,” Esther said hurriedly. She knew Micky had seen her tears, and was silently hating him for it.
Micky answered hesitatingly, “I’ll let you know––I’ll fix it up and let you know. There’s no hurry, is there? I don’t want him to think we are too keen.”
“But I am keen,” June insisted. “Wouldn’t you be keen if some one had told you you would be a gold mine, properly handled?” she laughed. “Oh, I forgot! money is no object to you. Well, bide your own time, my dear, but don’t let it be too long.... Must you really go?”
“I’m afraid so; and, June–––”
“Um!” said June, intent on another cigarette.