“I’ll call for you at seven. We’ll have some grub first.”
“Good! And if Esther won’t come?”
“Oh, well, if she won’t, you come along, of course; but try and persuade her.”
“She’s refused Mrs. Ashton’s offer, you know,” June said presently. She kept her eyes lowered; she felt self-conscious and guilty.
“Has she?” Micky did not sound particularly interested.
“Yes; the phantom lover objected, or something, and I think it’s just as well.”
“She said something about it when I had tea with you the other day.”
June nodded.
“So she did. I dare say that wretched Raymond would have tried to make love to her if she had gone,” she added deliberately.
“He’s away just now,” Micky said quickly. “I ran across him when I was over in Paris last week.”