"Tell me why!" he insisted.
Calmly she met his look. "It is not good for him to see strangers at night. It upsets his rest."
"You think it would be bad for him to see me?" he questioned.
His voice was suddenly very deliberate. He was looking her full in the face.
A curious little tremor went through her. She felt as if he had pinioned her there before him.
Her reply astounded herself. "I don't say it would be bad for him,--only--inadvisable. He is rather excited already."
"Will you ask him presently if he would cane to see me?" said Jake Bolton steadily.
She bit her lip, hesitating.
"I shan't upset him," he said. "I won't excite him. I'll quiet him down."
She did not want to yield--yet she yielded. "I will ask him--if you wish," she said.