“Don’t you like the place where you are living now?” she asked after a moment. “Don’t they make you comfortable there?”
“Oh, it’s comfortable enough,” said Micky. He wondered if he looked as guilty as he felt. “But I don’t believe in sticking on anywhere too long. A change is good for every one. I shall be shifting out some day soon, I expect.”
There was a little silence.
“I shall see you again soon,” he said. “And if there is anything I can do for you–––”
“Thank you, but there isn’t.” She spoke quite kindly, but Micky had the uncomfortable sort of feeling that her thoughts were elsewhere. He waited a moment, then held out his hand.
“Well, good-bye.”
“Good-bye, and thank you for my tea.”
She nodded and smiled and turned away from him.
There was nothing else for Micky to do but to go; he raised his hat and walked off disconsolately.