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"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?"

"No," said Clare. "In a sense, it could make no difference to me."

"Very well. I intend to call on your father now and then. Of course, you

needn't see me unless you like, though since I am coming, your keeping

out of the way wouldn't do much good."

Clare made a gesture of helpless protest. "Why won't you be warned? Can't

you understand? Do you think it is easy for me to try----"

"I don't," said Jake. "I know it's very hard. I think you're mistaken

about the necessity for interfering; that's all." Then he paused and

resumed in a different tone: "You see, I imagine that you must feel

lonely at times, and that you might need a friend. I dare say you'd find

me better than none, and I'd like to know that I'll have an opportunity

of being around if I'm wanted."

He gave her a quiet, respectful glance, and Clare knew she had never

liked him so much. He looked trustworthy, and it was a relief to note

that there was no hint of anything but sympathy in his eyes and voice. He

asked nothing but permission to protect her if there was need. Moreover,

since they had been forced to tread on dangerous ground, he had handled

the situation with courage. She might require a friend, and his honest

sympathy was refreshing by contrast with the attitude of her father's

companions. Some were hard and cynical and some were dissipated, but all

were stamped by a repugnant greediness. They sought something: money, the

gratification of base desires, success in dark intrigue. Jake with his

chivalrous generosity stood far apart from them; but he must be saved

from becoming like them.

"If I knew how I could keep you away, I would do so, but I can, at least,

see you as seldom as possible," she said and left him.

Jake knitted his brows as he went on to Kenwardine's room. He understood

Clare's motive, and admitted that she meant well, but he was not going to

stop away because she thought this better for him. There was, however,

another matter that demanded his attention and he felt awkward when

Kenwardine opened the door.