“If you did I should slap you, my dear.” He went back to his chair by the fire. “It’s only between ourselves, June,” he said.
“Of course ... and, Micky––do you think she will marry Ashton?”
Micky did not answer for a moment.
“No,” he said at last. “I don’t think so.”
June stared at him.
“Then––then do you mean–––” But he would not tell her anything.
“You’ve heard quite enough for one day,” he said teasingly. “Don’t worry your head about me. I don’t know why I told you––somehow I thought you’d guessed.”
June threw her cigarette into the fire.
“I did. I’ll be honest––I did guess,” she broke off. “Here is Esther,” she added.