Pansy did not stop to answer him. With impatient hands she led him away from the crowd of listening, staring people into a quiet corner.
"I'm going back to England at once. To-night! Help me to get off, please," she said.
With blank amazement Cameron stared at her.
"What's got hold of you now?" he managed to ask.
"I'm going home," she said, "at once."
"But I thought you were staying here until Sir George came out?"
"Well, I've changed my mind," she snapped. "And I'm going back, even if you aren't."
All Pansy wanted now was to get to the one other man she loved, her father. To get to him as quickly as possible with her bruised and wounded heart.
"Of course I'll come with you, old girl," Cameron said, a trifle helplessly. "I wouldn't dream of leaving you in the lurch. But you have a way of springing surprises on people. I'll send along and tell the captain to get steam up."
"Yes, do, Bob, please," she said gratefully. "And ask Miss Grainger to see about the packing. And find out where Jenkins is, and send him along to the stables. I—I'm past doing anything."