Rochester listened quietly, but when she had finished, he said––
“Micky ought to have finished that skunk last night. If he cares for Miss Shepstone....”
“Oh but I don’t think he does now,” June struck in sadly. “He hasn’t been near her since they came back from Paris, and every one says that Marie Deland–––” she broke off.
“And when Miss Shepstone gets to hear what happened last night?” Rochester asked drily.
“Oh, but she won’t––she doesn’t know anybody who would tell her except you or me,” June said positively. “And of course she must never know. She never liked Micky, though why!...” She shrugged her shoulders. “Have you seen him to-day?” she asked.
“No––I’m going to this evening.”
“But you won’t let him know what I’ve told you? promise me!”
“Is it likely that I should? Men don’t gossip.”
“Oh, don’t they?” June answered tartly. “I wouldn’t trust one of them, not even you,” she added with a melting smile.