He took up his stand immediately before her, leering at her in a malicious, disagreeable fashion.
"You're fond of chucking red-haired women in my teeth," he said. "Go and chuck 'em at the fellow you were spooning with outside just now."
Annoyed that the man should have witnessed her parting with Le Breton, Pansy would have passed without a word; but he dodged, and was in front of her again.
"At least, she isn't my fancy woman," he went on. "I don't run a villa for her, even if I do admire her looks."
The weight of insinuation in his voice brought the girl to a halt.
"What is it? What do you want to say?" she asked coldly.
"You mean to tell me you don't know Le Breton runs that French actress, Lucille Lemesurier?"
Pansy did not know. Nor did she believe a word the man said.
"How dare you say such things about Mr. Le Breton?" she flashed.
"Hoity-toity! How dare I indeed!"