"Captain Cameron is coming this morning," she said. "And I promised to be on the quay to meet him."
So saying, she turned towards the spot where the horses were waiting, leaving him to follow or not as he liked.
Pansy wanted to linger in the grove with Raoul Le Breton as she had been pleased to stay with him among the red roses on the previous day; but she decided the mood was not one to be encouraged, especially considering his desire for the two words, containing in all six letters, and her own desire for untrammelled liberty.
CHAPTER X
Under the trees that shadowed one corner of the tennis-courts of the hotel a couple stood. One was a young man of about twenty-four, in white flannel trousers and shirt-sleeves, who held a tennis racket in one hand and a couple of balls in the other. He was of medium height, fresh and fair and boyish looking.
At his side Pansy stood, in short skirt and blouse and Panama hat.
"Well, old pal, is there anything doing yet?" he was asking cheerfully.
"There's nothing doing, Bob, much as I try."
"Anyhow, it's a standing order," he said.