With a feeling of intense disappointment Pansy turned towards the sea-wall, and stood there with the soft light shimmering on her, her face wistful as she watched the molten sea.
Now that she had come, to find Le Breton gone hurt her.
If he really liked her, he would have stayed all night on the chance of her coming. She would, if she were really fond of anybody.
A tear came and sparkled on her long, dark lashes.
He could not love her very much, or he would not have left.
A slight movement in the shadows behind made her face round quickly, her heart giving a sudden bound.
"Well, Pansy," the voice she knew so well said in a caressing tone.
She laughed tremulously.
"I thought you'd gone hours ago," she said.
Le Breton came to her side, a mocking look in his dark, smouldering eyes as he watched her.