CHAPTER XXXIV
June’s friendship with Mr. George P. Rochester grew apace.
“Micky’s introductions are always a success,” she told Esther. “And Micky likes him too––awfully! Mr. Rochester is round at Micky’s rooms nearly every night. They’re ever such pals!”
“Are they?” said Esther. The mention of Micky’s name always seemed to make her heart quiver. She wondered if June knew why he never came to the house now, and what she thought about it all.
In her own mind she was sure that Micky had cast her off, and the knowledge left her with a sense of desolation.
She never spoke of him unless June did so first, and she tried never to think of him. But Micky was a personality not to be lightly dismissed from memory, and he haunted her thoughts waking and sleeping.
“If I could only get some work,” she told herself, “it would be better. It’s so dreadful having nothing to do.”
She had applied to Eldred’s unsuccessfully––she had climbed the narrow stairs of the agency a dozen times only to be met with rebuff.
“You refused an excellent post I offered to you,” she was told icily. “I am not likely to be able to find you such another.”