But why hadn't he told her? Why had he pretended that he only had guessed she was the girl captured? Why had he never mentioned Dr. Edouard before? Why had Dr. Edouard never mentioned him?
It looked as if he had not wanted her to know.
But why hadn't he wanted her to know?
As Pansy pondered on the problem, mingled with the sweetness of the roses came another scent she knew—one that had greeted her every morning during her stay in the palace.
Above the screening trellis of roses, a tree grew, covered with great bunches of pink flowers, like apple blossom but more vivid, filling the air with fragrance.
Pansy had seen the flower before; among the blossoms that used to come to her every morning in the dim, gilded chamber.
"Still only a few flowers, Pansy?"
Le Breton's remark in the orange groves at Telde suddenly flashed across her mind. She remembered also his array of Arab servants, how obsequious they had been to their master on that occasion; and his wealth and magnificence; a splendour that was almost regal.
Close to where she sat, the tea-table stood.
Among the assortment of cakes were one or two of a kind she had seen previous to her rescue. Tiny, diamond-shaped dainties, made from layers of sponge cake and marzipan with chocolate icing on the top.