She turned her head slowly towards him. "Bunny and I alone?" she said.
"That's the idea," said Jake.
Her eyes met his resolutely, with a certain challenging directness. "As a matter of fact, I had thought myself that we might go to Uncle Edward for a little," she said.
He showed no surprise. "You would like that?" he asked.
"Yes." She spoke with instant decision.
"Then go!" said Jake. He set her hand free with the words, but he remained seated as if he had something further on his mind. "By the way," he said, after a moment, "I had a letter this evening."
She started. "A letter?"
"Yes." Very deliberately he answered her. "I met the postman and took it from him at the door."
"Ah!" It was scarcely more than a whisper. She shrank against her pillow with a gesture wholly involuntary.
Jake's eyes were upon her, alert, unswerving, dominating. "My letter came from Capper," he said quietly. "He is coming to us in a few days; he wants to see Bunny again before he leaves England."