Micky put out his hand and took it from her. He hated to see her standing there looking so happy because she believed it had come from Ashton; he threw it down on the couch.
“I shall have to be going,” he said abruptly. He shook hands with June, but he walked out of the room without speaking to Esther.
“I don’t want any dinner,” he told Driver when he got in. “I’m going to bed.”
Driver opened his mouth to say something and closed it again; he brought the evening papers and his master’s slippers and turned to leave the room. At the door he stopped and looked back.
“Have you seen the evening paper, sir?” he asked deprecatingly.
“No,” said Micky. Something in the man’s voice arrested his attention; he turned in his chair. “Why?” he asked curtly.
Driver came back a step.
“There’s a notice of Mr. Ashton’s marriage in it, that’s all, sir,” he said woodenly. “I thought that you’d be interested.”