Then he returned to his chair and sat there deep in some reverie, this time not planning the sort of home he would make for her in Paris, but how he would have certain rooms in his palace at El-Ammeh furnished for her reception.
A steward announcing tea brought him out of his meditations.
Tea was served on deck, with the sun glinting on the blue water and running in golden cascades down the hill-side.
Together they watched the sun set and saw night barely shadow the world when the moon rose, filling the scene with silver glory.
Its white light led them back into harbour, and in its flood the two walked to the hotel together.
In the garden Le Breton paused to take leave of his hostess.
"Just one kiss, Heart's Ease, for the sake of last night," he whispered.
Willingly Pansy lifted her flower-like face to his.
"Just one then, Raoul, you darling, since you've been so nice about everything."
As Le Breton stooped to kiss her it seemed to him that he would not have to resort to force in order to get the girl. Only a little patience and persuasion were needed, and he would win her in her own, white, English way.