"I wish you would stay by me," Lionel wrote, with rather a shaky hand.
"I'm in dreadful trouble. I undertook to pay Percival Miles L1100 and
Lord Rockminster L300 to-day without fail; and I haven't a farthing, and
don't know where to send or what to do."
"Oh, never mind about money!" Maurice said, almost impatiently, for
there was something about the young man's appearance he did not at all
like. "Why should you worry about that? The important business is for
you to get well."
"I tell you I _must_ pay Rockminster to-day," the trembling pencil
scrawled. "He was the only one of them who stood my friend. I tell you I
_must_ pay him--if I have to get up and go out and seek for the money
myself."
"Nonsense!" Mangan exclaimed. "What do people care about a day or two,
when they hear you are ill? However, you needn't worry, Linn. As for
that other sum you mention, well, that is beyond me--I couldn't lay my
hands on it at once; but as for the three hundred pounds, I will lend
you that--so set your mind at rest on that point."
"And you'll give it into Lord Rockminster's own hands--_this day?_"
"Surely it will be quite the same if I send the check by a
commissionaire; he must get it sooner or later.
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