"I'm always interested in millionaires," she said, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"All women are," he responded grimly.
"But you're not the only millionaire in the islands," she remarked.
"So I've gathered. There is, or was, one here quite recently. An Englishwoman of the name of Langham. I detest women with money. They are invariably ugly and conceited."
Pansy laughed—a ripple of sheer enjoyment.
"Perhaps their independence annoys you," she suggested. "I believe you're what is known as the 'masterful' type."
With that, her attention went back to the lizards.
Dismounting, Le Breton came to her side.
"You speak French remarkably well," he commented, as the moments passed and no notice was taken of him.
"I was educated in Paris."