In fact, he is not taking the least
care of himself, and you would be surprised at the change in his
appearance already. It isn't like Linn Moore to talk of going to bed
when he ought to be setting out for a dinner-party; and the worst of it
is, he won't pay any heed to what you say to him. But something must be
done; Linn is too good a fellow to be allowed to go to the mischief
without some kind of protest or interference."
"If you like," said Miss Francie, slowly, "I will go to Miss Burgoyne.
She is a woman; she could not but listen. She cannot want to bring
misery on them both."
"No," said he, with a little show of authority. "Whatever we may
try--not that. I have heard that Miss Burgoyne has a bit of a temper."
"I am not afraid," said his companion, simply.
"No, no. If that were the only way, I should propose to go to Miss
Burgoyne myself," he said. "But, you see, the awkward thing is that
neither you nor I have any right to appeal to her, so long as Linn is
willing to fulfil the engagement. We don't know her; we could not
remonstrate as a friend of her own might. If we were to interfere on his
behalf, she would immediately turn to him; and he is determined not to
back out.
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