But finally they found a confectioner’s quite close to where the penny fare ended.
Micky looked round critically.
“Is this all right?” he asked. “I’ve never been here before.”
“I have, often,” she said. She was drawing off her gloves.
Micky glanced hurriedly at her hands; she was wearing a ring. Hardly knowing that he did so, he leaned across and touched it.
“Is that an engagement ring?” he asked. His voice sounded a little breathless.
She looked up at him, drawing her hand away.
“Why do you ask me?”
He drew back; he shrugged his shoulders.
“I beg your pardon. I suppose I have no right to ask.”