Micky looked up sharply, but Driver met his eyes innocently.
Micky coloured.
“No; it isn’t a letter this time,” he said. “It’s to buy a fur coat.”
CHAPTER XXI
“The phantom lover,” said June Mason lugubriously, “is certainly turning up trumps.”
It was a week later, and she was giving Micky tea.
Esther was out. She knew now that it was to see Esther he came. She was quite reconciled to the fact, and had got over her first pang of jealousy, but Esther’s indifference to him enraged her.
“Can’t the girl see what she’s throwing away?” she asked herself furiously. “What on earth is she made of that she can’t see what’s waiting for her to take? If Micky had adored me as he adores her ... well––my name wouldn’t have been June Mason to-day.”