“Very well, it’s my fault, and as it’s my fault it’s up to me to try and put things right. Don’t waste time arguing––if I’m to catch her before she leaves England....”
June burst into fresh tears and sobs.
“You won’t be able to; she’ll get over there and have to bear it all alone.... Oh, Micky, I almost hate you when I think what we’ve done....”
Micky went out of the room; he went down to the road and mechanically started up the car; he was getting into his seat when June followed and called to him––
“You haven’t got your coat or cap, Micky.”
He came back; he hoisted himself into his coat, and turned away again; June caught his hand.
“I didn’t mean to be a beast, Micky–––”
He gave her fingers a squeeze.
“I know; it’s all right; but don’t keep me, there’s a dear.”
But she still clung to him.