She touched Micky’s arm––the eyes she raised to his face were troubled.
“When shall I see you again?” she asked falteringly.
He half smiled.
“Why do you want to see me again?” he questioned gravely. “You can have no use for me––after this!”
Esther flushed painfully. Through the crowd she saw June pushing towards them. This was the last moment she would have with Micky, she knew, and in a flash something seemed to tell her what this man had meant to her during the last two terrible days.
“Oh,” she said tremblingly, “if you only would let me thank you.”
Micky laughed harshly––
“I hate thanks,” he said.
June was upon them; she seized Esther and kissed her rapturously.
“You darling! You’ll never know how glad I am to see you. I’ve been here for hours. Aren’t you dead tired? Micky, she looks worn out.”