Have you not often heard of someone being in love with love rather than the person they believed the object of their affections? That was Esther! But she passes through the crisis into a deep and profound love.
he hastened to amend his words--"I'm one of those unfortunate beggars who spend money as fast as they get it. I've never saved a halfpenny in my life."
This at least was the truth.
"Neither have I--I've never had one to save...."
The despondency was back again in her voice; Micky broke in hastily--
"Before we go any further I think we ought to know one another's names." He fumbled in a pocket for a card, but changed his mind quickly, remembering that his cards bore the address of the expensive flat which he honoured with his presence. "My name is Mellowes," he said. "I've got several Christian names as well, but people call me Micky...." He waited, looking at her expectantly. "Won't you tell me yours?" he asked.
She was staring down at her plate. He could see the dark fringe of lashes against her cheeks. Suddenly she looked up.
"Why do you want to know my name? We shall never meet again, I----"
Micky leaned a little forward.
"If we don