Worry? What about, then?"
"There may be different things," Lionel said, evasively, as he brought
over the spirit case. "I haven't been sleeping well of late--lying awake
even if I don't go to bed till three or four; and I get a singing in my
ears sometimes that is bothersome. Oh, never mind me; I'm all right."
"But I'm going to mind you, for you are not all right. Is it money?"
"No, no."
"What, then? There is something seriously worrying you."
"Oh, there are several things," Lionel exclaimed, forced at last into
confession. "I can't think what has become of Nina Ross, that's one
thing; if I only knew she was safe and well, I don't think I should mind
the other things. No, not a bit. But there was something about her going
away that I can't explain to you, only I--I was responsible in a sort of
way; and Nina and I were always such good friends and companions. Well,
it's no use talking about that. Then there's another little detail," he
added, with an air of indifference: "I'm engaged to be married."
Mangan stared at him.
"Engaged to be married?" he repeated, as if he had not heard aright. "To
whom?"
"Miss Burgoyne."
"Miss Burgoyne--of the New Theatre?"
"The same.
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