Micky fidgeted. He looked down at the carpet.
“If you don’t hear anything of me for a few days you’ll know I’m out of London....” He looked at Esther, but she was kneeling down by the fire stroking Charlie.
“Out of London!” June said in surprise. “Where are you going?”
Micky cleared his throat.
“I thought of running over to Paris for a day or two,” he said.
“Paris!” They were both looking at him now. Micky was painfully aware of the eagerness in Esther’s face.
“Yes; I haven’t been since September. Anything I can do for you while I’m there?”
June raised her brows comically.
“Not for me, but perhaps Esther ... Esther has a great friend over there, haven’t you, my child?”
Esther turned crimson from chin to brow.