"Give me the address and I'll send it first thing." He paused. "Supposing Miss Shepstone won't go, though?" "Oh, she'll go," said June quickly. "I'll tell her it means business for me. I'll do the pathetic. I wonder what time there's a train." "I'll look up all the trains, and arrange everything. Does Miss Shepstone know I'm here now?" "No----" "Very well, tell her one of your business agents called, and that you've got to go off early to-morrow. You can write me a note and post it to-night, asking me to see you off. It's quite a usual thing for you to do, you know----" June smiled rather sadly. "Poor old Micky!" she said. Micky frowned. "Don't talk rubbish," he said rather shortly. "I'd do the same for any one." June knew it would be useless to contradict. "If you can keep her out of town for a week it may all have blown over," he went on. "I'll run down and see you if I may----" "You know you may; but, Micky--don't you think all this is rather mistaken kindness? She'll have to know sooner or later; why not tell her at once? When the letters stop coming she'll begin to worry, and then----" Micky shook his head obstinately. "I've my own reasons; be a pal and help me, June." "Very well, old boy." She gave him her hand. "I think you're making a mistake, but I suppose you know your own business best. At any rate, I've warned you." "You're a dear," said Micky gratefully. June went to the front door with him; in spite of her promise she was not feeling happy. Esther would have to know. She went slowly back up the stairs. "It's a mistake," she told herself again, with a sense of foreboding. "Micky's making a mistake." But she determined to act up to her part. She ran up the last flight of stairs with a great noise and show of excitement. She burst into their sitting-room breathless. "Such news, Esther! Are you game for a dash down into the wilds of nowhere? I've got to go off on business. One of my agents has just been here. He's made a mess of things, as usual, and I've got to go down and put things right. Oh, it's quite country! I don't know if you like the country. I adore it myself. A place called Enmore. I've got an antediluvian aunt who lives there, and we'll go and foist ourselves on her. She's always asking me to go and see her, so she'll be delighted. Well, what do you say?" "You haven't given me a chance to say anything," Esther protested laughing. "You're like a whirlwind, sweeping every one off their feet. Where is Enmore to start with? And how can I go? Your aunt doesn't know me."