"Concerning what?" she asked nervously.
She was sitting in the full light of one of the broad-silled windows of the studio, and the afternoon sun worried her eyes. She tried to shade them with her daintily gloved hand.
"How long have you been writing, Miss Vaughan?"
"Almost two years; two whole years, I mean. It's that long since I really wrote my first book. Why?" Her eyebrows lifted superciliously.
"Would you mind telling me the name of that first book?"
"Of course not. It was The Silver Poppy."
The sun still worried her eyes, and she moved her chair uneasily.
"That was your only book?"
"Yes, so far."
He reached over to the table beside him.