A trifle askance, he glanced at her.
"No, I didn't," he confessed.
Pansy was past being angry with him; she was just sorely wounded in soul and mind at his doings.
This must have showed on her face, for he went on quickly:
"You can send another and I promise it'll be delivered. Not only that, but that your father and friends will be well treated. Among other things, Pansy, you've taken the edge off my vengeance."
He paused, leaning over her he said:
"I'm granting you all these favours, but what are you going to do for me?"
Pansy wanted nothing now but to get away from him, right away, beyond his reach, but not because she hated him.
"Just for a moment, my little English flower, will you rest upon my heart?" he asked in a soft, caressing voice. "There's no savagery left in me when you're there of your own accord."
He held out his arms, waiting to complete the bargain. But she moved away quickly.