“It is he––I know it’s he,” something in her heart was saying over and over again obstinately.
The rest of the play seemed endless; she rose with a quick breath of thankfulness when it was over.
“You are in a hurry,” June said. “Haven’t you enjoyed it?”
“Yes, oh yes, but it’s hot––I want to get out.”
Micky was deliberately being as slow as he could––he blocked the way out obstinately; the stalls were almost empty when at last they left them.
June touched his arm.
“Micky––is––Esther ill? Look how white she is.”
Esther was some little way ahead of them; she seemed to be trying to get out as quickly as possible.
“It’s too hot for her, poor darling!” June said. “Micky–––”
Micky laughed savagely.