"I will call on him as I go by, and if possible we will come down
together in the afternoon," the doctor said; and then Maurice fetched
him writing materials from the other room, and he sat down at the little
table. Before he went, he gave some general directions; then the two
friends were left alone.
Lionel took up the pencil again, and turned to the block of paper.
"The L300, Maurice," his trembling fingers scrawled, showing how his
mind was still torturing itself with those obligations.
"Oh, that's all right," Maurice answered, lightly. "You give me Lord
Rockminster's address, and I'll take the check to him myself as soon as
the doctors have been here in the afternoon. Don't you worry about that,
Linn, or about anything; for you know you mustn't increase that
feverishness, or we shall have you a right-down, _bona-fide_ patient on
our hands; and then when will you get back to the theatre again? I am
going out now to telegraph to Lehmann. But I don't think I need alarm
the Winstead people; you see, they don't read the Sunday papers; and,
indeed, if I send a note now to Francie, she will get it the first thing
in the morning. Linn," he continued, after a moment's hesitation, "are
you too much upset by your own affairs to listen to a bit of news? I
came with the intention of telling you, but perhaps I'd better wait
until you get over these present troubles.
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