When Rochester called later on in the evening, Micky was almost rude to him. The American looked so unfeignedly happy that it got on Micky’s nerves; but George 297 P. Rochester was difficult to snub; he looked on at the packing with childlike amazement.
“It’s a sudden idea of yours, this flitting!” he submitted mildly. Micky did not answer.
“Hope you’ll be back in time for my wedding, Sonnie,” Rochester said again.
Micky flushed crimson; there was something rather pathetic about him at that moment.
“Oh, I’ll be back all right,” he said shortly.
Rochester laughed.
“You won’t have to stay away long then,” he said significantly.