“So I am,” said Micky stolidly.
She pretended not to take him seriously.
“It’s no joking matter––I mean what I say.”
“So do I,” said Micky. He laughed. He came over to where she was sitting, and stood behind her chair so that she could not see his face. “I’ve tried to make up my mind to tell you lots of times,” he said. “But I thought perhaps you’d have guessed before now....” He stopped and moved away restlessly.
June sat very still; presently––
“It’s Esther,” she said quietly.
“Yes.”
“Poor old Micky!...”
“You needn’t be sorry for me; I walked into it with my eyes wide open. I knew she was engaged––I knew it all the time.”