"You mean to say you haven't found out yet?" she exclaimed.
"I never gossip," he replied in a haughty tone.
"I don't know yours," she answered, "so we're what is called in English 'quits.'"
"What exactly does 'quits' mean? I don't know much English."
As Pansy petted the lizards she explained the meaning of the word. During the explanation one of her protégés recovered, and darted off in a most thankless manner into a crevice in the rocks.
"My name is Le Breton," he said when he had grasped her meaning. "Raoul Le Breton."
Pansy stared at him.
She had surprised him on the occasion of their first meeting, but he had turned the tables on her.
During her stay in Teneriffe she had heard of Raoul Le Breton. He was a French millionaire, an African merchant prince, so rumour said.
She had had a feeling that he had followed her that morning, and she was inclined to be angry about it. Now she saw that if he sought her out, it was not from mercenary motives, since he was quite as wealthy as she was. What was more he had no idea who she was.