Suddenly Pansy could not meet the eyes that watched her with such love and passion in their smouldering depths.
This big, dark man who had come into her life so strangely, seemed to leave her nothing but a desire for himself. At that moment she could refuse him nothing.
"In a month then, Raoul. But it's very weak-minded of me giving in to you this way."
He laughed in a tender and triumphant manner.
"My darling, I promise you'll never regret it," he said, a slight catch in his strong voice.
Then he sat on, with Pansy pressed close against him. And the latent searching look had gone from his eyes, as if the girl lying on his heart had brought him ease and peace.
And Pansy was content to stay.
Just then it was sufficient to be with him; to feel the tender strength of his arms; to listen to the music of his deep, caressing voice; to have his long, passionate kisses. Nothing else mattered. Even liberty was forgotten.