She was wearing a dress of chiffon, light as air, vague as moonlight, that clung about her like a mist, caught up here and there with tiny diamond buckles which made the garment look as if studded with dewdrops. And on a thin platinum chain about her neck was hung one great sparkling drop of light.
Le Breton knew real gems when he saw them, and that one diamond alone was worth a fortune.
He bent his proud head, until his lips just touched the fluff of golden curls.
"Who are you really, Pansy?" he asked softly.
"You despise and dislike me already, so why should I get further into your black books?"
"I, despise and dislike you?"
"You said you disliked all the English."
"I'm quite willing to make an exception in your favour."
"When you learn the truth you'll 'detest' me."
"Never!" he said emphatically.