She looked at him in faint amazement.
“I thought if I told you that perhaps you’d rather not....” She stopped in confusion.
Micky leaned a little closer over the table.
“You said last night that you didn’t believe in a man’s friendship for a woman,” he said. “Well, I am going to make you believe in it. I’m going to be your friend. The fact that you are engaged makes no difference to me, if it doesn’t to you.”
She looked at him earnestly.
“If you mean that,” she said, “I think I’m very glad.”
“Thank you. I suppose I mustn’t ask who the––the lucky man is?”
She shook her head.
“I can’t tell you. And he’s away now––out of England.”