He saw, and he came a little nearer to her—looking down at her upturned face with eyes before which her own fell.
"You don't want another kiss?" he said. "Then tell me what you've been saying to Miss Desmond."
CHAPTER XVIII.
THE TRUTH.
There was a silence.
"Come, my pretty Jasmine lady, speak the truth."
"I will: What a brute you are!"
"So another lady told me a few months ago. Come, tell me."
"Why should I tell you anything?" She tried to touch her tone with scorn.
"Because I choose. You thought you could play with me and fool me and trick me out of what I mean to have—"