June rose with a great show of dignity.
“Oh, very well, if you don’t want to be obliging, but I do think you might....”
“Silly––of course I will.” Esther caught her hand. “I’ll go; the station at three o’clock, and then what am I to do? Bring him here, or what?”
“Do what you like, my child––I shan’t be in till five. Don’t let him be bored, that’s all, or he’ll go back to town––the one thing Micky cannot stand is being bored.”
Esther made a little grimace.
She felt nervous when at five minutes to three exactly she walked down the winding road to the station.
June ought to have come herself, she argued; it was a most silly thing to send her––she hoped he would not come at all; but all the time she was listening for the sound of a car or a motor-horn. The sleepy-eyed factotum of the station walked up and stared at her curiously. After a few turns he ventured to ask if she wanted to go by train.
“No, I’m waiting for a gentleman––I––oh, here he is.”
“’Twas her young gentleman for sure,” the sleepy-eyed one told his colleague afterwards. “She blushed up like a rose when she saw him.”