She raised her eyes.
“No––I am going on Monday.”
“Oh,” said Micky blankly.
June had opened the door and was calling over the balusters to Lydia for hot water.
“And bring lots of it,” she said. “We’re thirsty....” She came back into the room. “The postman’s just come,” she said with a nod and a smile to Esther. “Lydia will bring our letters up if there are any.” She turned again to Micky. “Well, truant! And what have you been doing? Having a good time?”
“No, I have not,” Micky said decidedly. “Paris is not what it used to be, or I am not!” He laughed. “How’s the swindle?”
June began to answer, but stopped as Lydia came into the room. She brought a jug of hot water. June danced up to her.
“No letters? I thought I heard the postman.”
“One for Miss Shepstone,” Lydia said smilingly.