"You want to help the cause, don't you?"
Jane's eyes shifted, a little color came into her cheeks. "The cause—and you," she said.
"Very well," said Victor. "Then you will not interfere. And if your father talks of helping me you will discourage him all you can."
"You are saying that out of consideration for me. You're afraid I will quarrel with my father."
"I hadn't thought of that," said Victor. "I can't tell you what I have in mind. But I'll have to say this much—that if you did anything to hinder those fellows from carrying out their plans against me and against the League to the uttermost you'd be doing harm instead of good."
"But they may send you to jail.... No, I forgot. You can give bail."
Victor's eyes had a quizzical expression. "Yes, I could give bail. But even if I don't give bail, Miss Hastings—even if I am sent to jail—Colman and I—still you must not interfere. You promise me?"
Jane hesitated. "I can't promise," she finally said.
"You must," said Victor. "You'll make a mess of my plans, if you don't."
"You mean that?"