There was a subtle contempt for his sex in her voice which Le Breton was quick to note.
"So you despise men?"
"Not that exactly, but I've had rather an overdose of them. Since I've been here, Sultan and I go off early every morning usually, and are miles away before there are any men about to bother us."
With this Pansy turned and led the horse back to its box.
"Now," she said, when this was done, "I mustn't keep you. Good-bye, and I'm glad you're none the worse for last night."
Again Le Breton was dismissed when he would have lingered. And on this second meeting she still had not troubled to ask his name.
There was a curious glint in his eyes as they rested on the slim, white, indifferent figure of the girl who was making her way back to the hotel without a further glance in his direction.
CHAPTER VII
At six o'clock in the morning the road that joins the port and the city of Las Palmas shows very little sign of the peaceful English invasion. It is given over to the Islanders. To peasant women with baskets of produce on their heads; to men driving donkeys laden with fruit and vegetables, and creaking bullock carts.