But now his colour and religion were constantly before her. And pride kept any such confession from her lips.
So instead she said:
"No one could have been kinder than you, Raoul. I can never be grateful enough."
His kindness had been before her that night when she dressed for dinner. Pansy had no clothes except the ones in which he had brought her. But, within three days, there was an elaborate wardrobe at her disposal; the frocks fashioned like those she had worn in Grand Canary.
In one of these dresses she now sat at dinner with him; a misty robe of chiffon, but there were no diamonds sparkling like dew upon it. All her jewels had been left behind in the dim, gilded room in the palace of El-Ammeh.
When dinner was over, as they sat together in the salon, Le Breton remarked on the fact.
"They've stolen all your pretty jewels, Pansy," he said. "You must let me give you some others."
"You've done quite enough for me already," she replied promptly. "I can manage without jewels until I get back to England."
At her words his eyes narrowed.
"Couldn't you be content to stay here?" he asked in a rather abrupt manner.