Micky noticed that blush, too, as he turned the car with a fine sweep and came to a standstill.
Esther greeted him with a torrent of explanation.
“June couldn’t come, so she made me––she had to go out on business. She would make me come!”
“It’s very kind,” Micky said. “I’m later than I expected––the roads are bad down in this part of the world. Well, and how do you like Enmore?”
“It’s very quiet, but I like it for a change, and June’s aunt is ever so kind.”
“Yes, a dear old lady; I know her well. Did you tell her I was coming?”
“June did....”
His eyes swept her face anxiously. No trace of tears or sadness to-day, at all events.
“Are we supposed to go straight home?” he asked after a moment. “Because, if not, what do you say to a run round first?”