June looked up quickly.
“Did you? What’s he doing there?”
“Nothing particular; he often goes over, you know.”
“I can’t stand that man,” June said, after a moment.
“No?” Micky’s voice was casual.
“I never could see why you were so thick with him,” she went on.
Micky laughed lazily.
“Perhaps because I haven’t your gift of second sight, my dear,” he said.
“I shouldn’t have thought it would need second sight to see what he is,” June declared.
She looked across at Micky and was surprised by the hard expression of his face. “I hate men who flirt,” 162 she added. “Micky, do you know that I’ve got a kind of feeling about Esther’s phantom lover that he doesn’t really exist?”