“I was under the delusion that you owed it to me,” he said with dignity.
“To you!” Her face changed wonderfully; she bent her head and kissed the sleeve of his coat.
“I can’t talk about what I owe you––it’s just––everything!”
Micky drew himself up a dignified inch.
“I’m beginning to think I’m a very wonderful man, do you know?” he said, addressing some imaginary person.
Driver appeared at the door. He hesitated for just the faintest possible moment when he saw Esther, but his face was as stolid as ever.
Micky rose to the occasion, though he turned rather red.
“Driver,” he said, “let me introduce you to my wife–––”
Driver touched a respectful forelock; if he felt surprise he did not show it.
He took Esther’s suit-case down from the rack.