She roused herself and answered briskly.
“I think you want your lunch, that’s what I think, and I’m going to take you back with me to have some. Aunt Mary is expecting you–––” Her queer eyes twinkled. “Micky, she’s quite made up her mind that you’ve come down here after me.”
Micky laughed ruefully.
“It would be a dashed sight better for me if I had,” he said.
He moved to the door of the car.
“Jump in, and I’ll drive you back. I’m not sure that I shall stay to lunch, though–––” he added darkly.
“Oh yes, you will,” June said. “And when you see Esther you’ll find that it was just imagination on your part––why, only coming down in the train the other morning she agreed with me that you were a perfect darling––she did, on my word of honour!”
When they reached the house Micky meekly followed June into the hall.
“The table’s laid,” she informed him. “I’ll just go and take off my hat and find Esther and Aunt Mary. Go in, Micky.”