“I don’t mind––either way, I’m afraid you’ll have to pay for me,” she told him saucily. “June rushed me off so, I forgot my purse––Mr. Rochester got me a ticket, but....”
“We’ll go on,” said Micky hurriedly. The train was almost at a standstill. “You said you hated Paris––but you won’t hate it with me. We’ll get married as soon as we get there––I’ll take you everywhere.”
Her eyes fell.
“I haven’t any nice clothes––I only brought a small case; I never thought you ... you....” She stopped, stammering.
“Paris is full of clothes,” he told her. “We’ll stay just long enough to buy what you want, and then we’ll 307 go south. Esther, you’ve never seen the south of France in springtime, have you? I’ll take you there for our honeymoon.”
She drew back a little.
“But, Micky––there’s June––what will she say––what will she think?”
“She’ll think that you’ve behaved sensibly––at last!” he answered audaciously. “June knew she wouldn’t see either of us again for some time when we left her at Victoria––June is a most discerning woman.”
“She’s a dear,” said Esther warmly. “I owe all my happiness to her.”
Micky pretended to look offended.