“My dear girl, what could he ask me?” Micky objected gently. “I never discuss––Miss Shepstone with him, and he is not in the least likely to tell me his private affairs, and I’m sure I don’t want to know them.”
June was silent for a moment.
“Esther is laying up trouble for herself,” she said then. “Don’t you think she is?”
“I haven’t thought about it,” Micky maintained stolidly. “And if you take my advice, you won’t either. It never does to meddle with other people’s affairs.”
“But she’s my friend,” June objected hotly. “And do you mean to say that I have got to stand by and see her ruin her life?”
Micky shrugged his shoulders.
“She’s not married yet,” he said laconically. “Have some tipsy cake, will you?”
“No––I don’t want any more.”
“Well, I do. Waitress....”
It was a deliberate attempt to change the conversation, and June knew it; she sat back in her chair frowning.