"There are two things a man will always wait for if they cut deeply enough," he replied. "Love and revenge."
"How dramatic you sound! Which has kept you on the prowl to-night?" she asked lightly, edging away from him.
But his arm went round her quickly, and she was drawn back to his side.
"No, my little girl, not this time," he whispered.
She tried to free herself from his embrace.
"I didn't mean to come. I really didn't," she said breathlessly.
He laughed in a tender, masterful fashion.
"Possibly not, but since you're here I intend that you shall stay."
"No, no," she said quickly. "Let me go."
Pansy struggled after a liberty that she saw rapidly vanishing. But he just held her, firmly, strongly, watching her with an amused air.