Then, silently as she had come, she turned and went from the room.
She did not get far, however, before Le Breton was at her side.
Ignoring him, she hurried across the moonlit lawn, her only desire to escape from his presence.
"Pansy——" he began.
Like a whirlwind she turned on him. With a hand that shook with rage, she pointed to the open dining-room window.
"Go! Go back to that red-haired creature," she said in a voice that trembled with anger. "I never want to see or speak to you again. Never!"
At her words Le Breton's hands clenched and his swarthy face went white.
"Do you think I'm going to be dismissed in this manner?" he asked in a strangled voice.
Without a further word Pansy would have hurried on; but, before she knew what was happening, he had taken her into his arms.
"How dare you touch me! How dare you touch me!" she gasped, struggling furiously after freedom, amazed at his audacity.