Her expressive face darkened. “When shall I meet Mr. Luck?”
“Soon, I hope. Mr. Melton knows just when to announce the authorship.”
“I hate Mr. Luck more than any one in the world,” she said in a low, quiet voice.
Jasper stared. “Hate him! Why, in the name of savagery, should you hate him?”
“Oh, I can’t explain. But you’d better keep us apart. How came he to write ‘The Leopardess’?”
“I shall leave him to tell you that. Good-night.”