There was a poignant silence, then June sat up with a little jerk. "Of course, that's let the cat out of the bag," she said curtly. "And you let me run him down! How mean, how unutterably mean of you, Esther!... I can't think now why I never guessed! Raymond Ashton!" Esther had flushed scarlet. "I never said that was his name," she tried to defend herself. "It's purely your imagination. And even supposing it is, do you think I mind what you say about him, or Mr. Mellowes either? Neither of you know him as I do, or you would never say such cruel, wicked things." She stopped with a sob in her voice. "Then it is Raymond Ashton?" June said gently. She got up and came over to where Esther was sitting. "Oh, I am sorry I said anything about him!" she cried impulsively. "You ought to have stopped me. How on earth was I to know?" "I don't care what you said; it's all untrue," Esther protested stormily. "Nothing you could ever say about him would influence me or make me feel any differently." June got up for a cigarette; when she was nonplussed she invariably had to smoke; she took several agitated puffs before she looked at her friend again. "Well, anything I said was in absolute innocence, you know that," she said in distress. "I'd no more idea than the dead that you and he.... So that's why he doesn't want you to go to his mother?" "He doesn't know; I never told him it was to Mrs. Ashton's--I just said I had had an offer of a berth. I suppose you are trying to make out now that he----" "Heaven bless the child!" June cried. "I'm not trying to make out anything! I'm struck all of a heap like! as Lydia says. So he's the phantom lover, is he?... Well--I can't find any words to suit the case." "He's not a phantom lover," Esther protested. "He's a real lover, a very real lover." June stopped and took her hand. "I'm not going to let you quarrel with me over him, no matter how badly you want to," she said. "No man is worth two friends having a row over. I'm quite prepared to take him to my arms and love him if you do.... Oh, Esther, don't look like that!" There were tears in Esther's eyes, and her lips were trembling. "You're making fun of me," she protested. "It's unkind of you." June turned away; she wondered if perhaps, after all, she and every one else had thoroughly misunderstood Raymond, and if this girl's warm championing of him was deserved. "He's not nearly good enough for her," she was telling herself indignantly. "She'll never really be happy with him." "I hope you won't tell Mr. Mellowes, or any one else," Esther was saying defiantly. "I don't want my affairs talked over by every one." "I shall not tell any one," June said quietly. She stood looking down into the fire, and her face was troubled. Presently she walked to Esther, and, stooping, kissed her. "I'm awfully glad I know," she said. "It makes our friendship seem so much more real." Esther smiled faintly.