She crimsoned to her hair, but said nothing.
"Give me that pass," he said.
"If I do every girl here will gossip——"
"I don't care what they say. I'm going."
She sat very still in the hammock, eyes vacant, chin on hand, considering. It was not turning out as she had planned. She had starved him too long.
"Mr. Langdon," she said in a low voice, "if it is only because you are hungry——"
"I'm not; I'm past mere hunger. You disciplined me because I took a human and natural interest in the pretty inhabitants of this new world. And I told you that I never would have entered it except for you. But you made me pay for a perfectly harmless and happy curiosity. Well, I've starved and paid. Now I want to go. . . . Either I go or there'll be something doing—because I won't remain here and go hungry much longer."
"S-something—doing?" she faltered.
"Exactly. With the first——"
"You can go if you wish," she said, flushing scarlet and springing out of the hammock.