He looked up at the clock. Past nine! So there would not be another post in to-night.
Esther had not answered his note, and two whole days had elapsed.
Micky began pacing the room. Why had she so suddenly thrown him over, he wondered miserably.
He could not imagine what he had done to offend her.
He hardly knew how the days had passed since New Year’s Eve. He had not visited any of his old haunts or seen any of his friends. It almost seemed as if he had opened the book of a new life and forgotten about the old.
She might have answered his letter. Dash it all! he wasn’t just a bounder who had spoken to her for his own amusement. He kicked a hassock out of his way and went to bed.
If he didn’t hear in the morning, he would risk it and go round to see her. At the worst she could only have the door shut in his face....
“And even then–––” he told his reflection in the mirror fiercely, as he struggled with a stud. “Even then I’m not done––and I’ll show her that I’m not....”