"Birds of a feather," someone remarked.
With some surprise young Cameron watched her. Another watched her too. The red-faced, fishy-eyed man from whose undesired attentions Le Breton had rescued her a few nights before.
"If you don't come I shall know what to think," Le Breton said. "That you dare not."
A suspicion of a blush deepened the pink in the girl's cheeks.
"And if I do come, what shall you think then?" she asked him with a nonchalant air.
"It'll be quite time enough to tell you when that comes to pass," he answered.
Pansy had no intention that it should come to pass. Raoul Le Breton might keep the tryst if he liked, but she would not be there.
Not if she could help it—a little voice within her added.