“Well, if you don’t like him, you’ll be pleased to hear that Micky knocked him into the middle of next week,” Rochester said calmly.
June’s eyes gleamed.
“Never! Well, I’m delighted to hear it! What was it about?”
Rochester shrugged his shoulders.
“Oh, they were gossiping about some woman, as far as I could make out––a woman Micky had been rather friendly with, from what I gathered––they didn’t mention her name, but–––” he hesitated. “They spoke of her as a girl from ... I’ve forgotten the name, but I think it was a petticoat shop–––”
“Eldred’s?” said June sharply.
“Yes, that was it! What do you know about it?”
“Nothing––go on! What were they saying?”
“That she’d been to Paris with Mellowes, and Mellowes overheard it, and there was a bit of a fight, and Mellowes said that the girl was his wife....”
June gasped.