He left her, but she was not deceived by his careless tone. She thought he meant to bring Fuller back and did not see how she could prevent this, although she had refused to help. Then she thought about the plans that Brandon had lost at their house in England. They had certainly been stolen, for she could not doubt what he had told her, but it was painful to admit that her father had taken them. She felt dejected and lonely, and while she struggled against the depression Lucille came to say that Jake was waiting below.
“Tell him I am not at home,” Clare replied.
Lucille went away and Clare left the balcony, but a few minutes later, when she thought Jake had gone, she went down the stairs and met him coming up. He stopped with a twinkle of amusement.
“I sent word that I was not at home,” she said haughtily.
“You did,” Jake agreed in an apologetic tone. “It’s your privilege, but although I felt rather hurt, I don’t see why that should prevent my asking if your father was in.”
Clare’s indignation vanished. She liked Jake and was moved by his reproachful look. She determined to try an appeal.
“Mr. Fuller,” she said, “I would sooner you didn’t come to see us. It would be better, in several ways.”
He gave her a curious, intent look, in which she read sympathy. “I can’t pretend I don’t understand, and you’re very brave. Still, I’m not sure you’re quite just, to me among others. I’m a bit of a fool, but I’m not so rash as some people think. Anyhow, if I were, I’d still be safe enough in your house. Sorry, but I can’t promise to stop away.”
“It would really be much better,” Clare insisted.
“Would it make things any easier for you?”