Esther stretched a timid hand to him; her voice shook as she said––
“Oh, I thought ... I thought perhaps you’d be 303 glad to see me––just ... just a little––glad....”
“Glad!” Micky echoed the word with almost a shout. He got up and went over to her; he looked down at her with an agony of doubt and fear in his eyes.
“Why have you come?” he asked hoarsely. “If this is only a joke––if it’s any nonsense of June’s ... by God, it’s the cruellest joke you could have played on me.... I––I....”
Esther covered her face with her hands.
“If that’s all you’ve got to say to me,” she began tremblingly.
“Esther....”
He drew her hands down; he forced her to look at him; for a long moment his eyes searched her face disbelievingly, not daring to hope....
Her cheeks flamed, but she met his eyes bravely.
Micky drew a long breath; he passed a hand across his eyes as if to waken himself.