“Now everything has come right,” she told him. “You said you were sure it would, if you remember.”
His face changed a little.
“I am glad I was such a good prophet,” he said.
June came bustling in; she was flushed and breathless, and laden with flowers, fan, and gloves, all of which she dropped to the sofa.
“I’m quite ready. Esther, where’s my cloak? Do find it, there’s an angel. Oh, and my slippers––I’ve got everything else....”
But it was at least another ten minutes before they were in the taxi and racing away through the night.
“I’ve booked a table at Marnio’s,” Micky said. “I hope you like Marnio’s, June?”
“I like anything to-night,” she told him. “I’m going to enjoy myself thoroughly, whatever happens.”
Micky glanced at Esther.