However, there was no sign of her either that morning or the following. In fact, it was not until the afternoon of the second day that he saw anything of her.
A tennis tournament was taking place at the hotel. Le Breton went feeling sure Pansy would be there, and incidentally, to find out what Captain Cameron, the local tennis champion, was like.
He saw a fresh-faced youngster, decidedly better-looking than the rest of the men there, but too much like the girl herself ever to be able to hold her.
Then he looked for Pansy.
She was seated with a group of acquaintances, awaiting her turn on the courts.
On seeing Le Breton, she vouchsafed him a smile and a nod, but no further attention.
After a three days' tournament, Cameron emerged victor, but Le Breton had managed to get no word with Pansy. Whenever he came within speaking distance she edged away, taking cover behind someone. To catch her was like setting a trap to catch a moonbeam.
At the end of the tournament word went round that a rank outsider had challenged the victor.
"Who is it, Bob?" Pansy asked when the news reached her.
Cameron pointed with his racket across the court, to where Le Breton stood, in panama hat and grey flannels.