She tried to believe that she was happy in the knowledge of his love, but in her heart she knew that she was restless and dissatisfied.
“If I had something to do I should be ever so much happier,” she told June again and again, and June quite agreed.
“It must be awful, killing time,” she said. “When I think of the life I used to lead at home before I started trying to improve people’s complexions, I wonder I didn’t go mad. Nothing but silly tea-parties and scandal.... Ugh! But all the same Micky and I agreed that you wouldn’t like being at Mrs. Ashton’s.”
“Micky!” said Esther scornfully. “As if I care what he thinks....”
June looked mildly amazed.
“Oh, all right,” she said smoothly. “I suppose I may mention his name sometimes, mayn’t I?” She began to laugh. “Do you know that for once in my life I’ve been totally wrong with regard to you two? I was so sure you’d more than like each other––I even thought it quite possible that Micky might fall in love with you––you’re so exactly suited to him.”
“I’m glad you think so,” said Esther drily. “I’m sorry I can’t oblige you by agreeing.”
June said “Humph!” She yawned. “All the same,” she added after a moment, “I’m convinced that things would have been different if it hadn’t been for that phantom lover of yours; you’re so crazy about him.” There was a touch of exasperation in her voice.
Esther flushed angrily.