Le Breton had no desire to do any such thing except as a last resource, but he had no intention of letting Pansy go.
Her voice broke into his broodings.
"Since you've been so nice about everything, I'm going to keep you and take you for a cruise round the island. I want to have just one day alone with you, so that in years to come I shall know exactly how much I've missed."
He smiled in a slightly savage manner. It amused him to hear the girl talking as if he were but a pleasant incident in her life, when he intended to be the biggest fact that had ever been there.
"In your way of doing things, Pansy, you remind me rather of myself," he remarked. "You're carrying me off, willy nilly, as I might be tempted to carry you."
"It must be because we're both millionaires," she replied. "Little facts of the sort are apt to make one a trifle high-handed."
She touched a bell.
When a steward appeared she put Le Breton into his care. Leaving the saloon, she went herself to interview the captain about her plans.
She was leaning against the yacht's rail, slim and white, with the breeze blowing her curls when Le Breton joined her. And she smiled at him in a frank, boyish fashion, as if their little difference of opinion had never been.
"What can I do to amuse you?" she asked.