But she had caught a name spoken just before Stella stopped in her perplexity at Joan's outbreak.
"Harry Luttrell!" Joan repeated.

What in the world had Stella Croyle got to say to her about Harry Luttrell?
But Stella resumed her faltering discourse and the sense of her words penetrated at last to Joan's brain and amazed her.
Joan was to leave Harry Luttrell alone.
"You are quite young," said Stella, "only twenty.

What does he matter to you?
You have everything in front of you.

With your looks and your twenty years you can choose where you will.

You have lovers already----" "I ?" Joan interrupted.
"Mario Escobar." Joan repeated the name with such a violence of scorn that for a moment Stella Croyle was silenced.
"Mario Escobar!" "He was here with you a moment ago." Joan answered quietly and quite distinctly: "I wish he were dead!" Stella Croyle fell back upon her first declaration.
"You must leave my Wub alone." Joan laughed aloud, harshly and without any merriment.