She got up and opened the door.
“The lady with the fur coat,” she announced drily. “Pray come in, madame!”
“June,” said Esther protestingly.
She seemed to guess who was there. She looked past her friend at once to Micky.
She coloured faintly as he rose to greet her.
He had not seen her in the fur coat before. The dark fur suited her fairness admirably; the heavy folds hung gracefully about her slim figure; her face rose like a flower from the big, upstanding collar.
“And where have you been all the afternoon?” June demanded. “We waited tea for you till nearly five.”
Esther made a little grimace. “I’ve had my tea out––with Mr. Harley.”
“Harley?” said Micky sharply.
June laughed.