Then she recollected with what unpleasant emphasis he had said "au revoir," on parting with her that night on her yacht.
All at once Pansy's miracle exploded.
She wondered how she could have been such a fool as not to have guessed sooner.
This was the Sultan Casim Ammeh! This man standing before her!
He caught her gaze and smiled; it seemed to the girl, mockingly.
"Well, Heart's Ease, are you feeling better?" he asked. "After this you'll agree with me that 'The Light of the Harem' act is the most suitable life for you just at present."
It seemed to Pansy that he was gibing her.—At her trust, her belief, her incredulous folly.
What a blind fool she had been! It was all as plain as daylight now. Raoul Le Breton was the Sultan Casim Ammeh. It was her father's enemy she had confessed to loving; had wept in front of, clung to, trusted, displaying a weakness that had fallen to no man's lot, save her father's.
At the thought Pansy's soul writhed within her.
How could she have been such a fool! How he must have laughed at her!