"What else are the servants there for?" he asked in a surprised and peremptory way.
"They're not there for me to root out of bed at two o'clock in the morning."
He laughed in an amused manner.
"I'm not so considerate of menials as you appear to be. But tell me the number of your room and I'll bring you some."
There was a brief pause.
Out from the shadows Pansy scanned the man. She could not see much, except that he was big and of splendid proportions. But he had a well-bred air, and his deep voice, if imperious, was pleasant and cultured.
Then her eyes started to sparkle with mischief.
"My room is number three on the first floor," she said. "Don't knock; come straight in. I'll leave the door ajar. I don't want to disturb my neighbours with my midnight prowls."
"Very well. I'll be there in ten minutes or so,"
They parted company, Le Breton going along the shore, Pansy up the shadowed steps.