In a deliberate manner, and with her still a prisoner, he got to his feet, and put the cigarette on the table.
Pansy did not try to free herself. The situation had to be faced.
When the cigarette was laid down, he took the other delicate wrist into his keeping. Then he drew the girl right up to him, until her hands were resting on his chest.
"Pansy, suppose I ask you to redeem your promise?" he said.
"Oh no, I couldn't," she answered, a trifle breathlessly.
"Why not? I'm exactly the same man now that I was when you promised to marry me. A much better man, if you only knew it. Thanks to meeting you."
"I didn't know anything about you then."
"But you knew you loved me."
"I do now, Raoul," she said.
"Does the fact of my Arab blood make marriage between us impossible?"