Driver turned to the door, but Micky called him back.
“You’ve been with me a good many years, Driver,” he said.
“Yes, sir.”
“And you’ve been a faithful servant.”
“Thank you, sir.”
The man’s stolidness did not change a fraction.
Micky took a gulp at the brandy.
“If you were to hear that I’m married, you wouldn’t be surprised, would you?” he asked with a rush.
Driver stood immovable.
“Not in the least, sir.”