"How is it, then, that you say Sir George Barclay is your father?"
"He is my father. Langham was my godfather's name, my own second name. I had to take it when I inherited his money. That was his one stipulation."
Another pause ensued.
There was a hurt look in Pansy's soft eyes as she watched Le Breton. As he looked back at her a hungry gleam came to his hard ones.
"What have you learnt about me?" he demanded presently.
"That you're half Arab."
He had almost expected her to say she had discovered he was the Sultan Casim Ammeh, her own and her father's sworn enemy.
"Is that all?" he asked, with a savage laugh.
"It's quite enough to account for everything," Pansy replied.
"Even for your coming into my arms and letting me kiss and caress you," he said, with biting sarcasm.