“Am I really to answer that question?” he asked.
“No,” said Esther hurriedly.
She could not think why she had been so stupid as to say such a thing. She felt very vexed.
They went some way in silence. Esther glanced at the man beside her timidly.
Would he end up by some day marrying June? she wondered. Lucky June, if he did––lucky ... she checked the thought with a little sense of shame. Only a few days ago she had declared that she disliked him. Perhaps it was the car that made her feel so suddenly envious of the woman who would one day be this man’s wife.
Micky glanced down at her.
“Are you cold?” he asked.
“I am a little”––she smiled up at him––“in spite of my new coat,” she said. “I think we had better go home.”
June came to the door to meet them.
“I got home earlier than I thought,” she told Esther. “Well, Micky?”