rying her eyes and shedding more tears and drying them
again; she looked at Micky angrily.

"Of course she'll find him," she said tartly. "She knows his address;
the brute's written to her dozens of times, and she's written to him
as well...." Her eyes searched his face with a sort of contempt.

"Well, what are you going to do now you've made such a glorious hash
of everything?" she demanded.

Micky passed a hand across his eyes.

"I don't know. I'm trying to think. She can't have been gone long. She
may still be in the village." He dragged out his watch. "There may not
have been a train up to London--"

"Yes, there was; the twelve-twenty----" The eyes of both of them
turned to the clock, and Micky gave a smothered groan.

"She must have gone by that. I must follow her, of course."

June bounced up.

"I'll come with you; I'll put on my hat again----" She made a dive for
the door, but Micky caught her arm and stopped her.

"You can't; I can't take you with me. Be sensible, June--I'll find her
and bring her back----"

She looked up at him stormily.

"She's my friend, and it's all your fault she's got into this mess. I
told you not to interfere, and you wouldn't listen----"

It was a woman all over to rave at him now, but Micky took it
patiently.

"Very well, it's my fault, and as it's my fault it's up to me to try
and put things right. Don't waste time arguing--if I'm to catch her
before she leaves England...."

June burst into fresh tears and sobs.

"You won't be able to; she'll get over there and have to bear it all
alone.... Oh, Micky, I almost hate you when I think what we've
done...."

Micky went out of the room; he went down to the road and mechanically
started up the car; he was getting into his seat when June followed
and called to him--

"You haven't got your coat or cap, Micky."

He came back; he hoisted himself into his coat, and turned away again;
June caught his hand.

"I didn't mean to be a beast, Micky----"

He gave her fingers a squeeze.

"I know; it's all right; but don't keep me, there's a dear."

But she still clung to him.

"You'll bring her back safely, Micky--promise."

Micky turned away without answering.

"... I can't live without him any longer...."

In spite of everything, that was how she still felt about the brute.

When he got to the station he found there was no train to town for a
couple of hours; he asked a sleepy porter an agitated question.

"Did you