“That being so, of course, it is useless for me to ask if you have changed your mind yet?” he said again.
Esther gave a stifled cry.
“Are you trying to insult me?” she asked under her breath.
He half smiled.
“I am, if it’s an insult to ask you to marry me.”
There was no time for more. June came back then with her hands full of samples, which she proceeded to stuff into Micky’s pocket.
He submitted laughingly.
“Supposing I get run over!” he said resignedly. “People will think I’ve been robbing a beauty shop.”
“It will be a fine advertisement for me, anyway,” June declared. “Can’t you see all the halfpenny papers coming out with great headlines? Tragic Death of a Young Millionaire! Pockets Stuffed with June Mason’s Skin Food!” She laughed merrily. “That would be worth something, eh, Micky?”
“Heartless woman!” he answered. He turned to Esther. “Good-bye, Miss Shepstone.”