"Then you'd better find out this room that Mrs. Jenkins has got for you,
and lie down for a few hours. I sha'n't be leaving until after
midnight--perhaps one or two o'clock. Then, when I go, you can have this
sofa here; and I shall be back early in the morning, to give you another
rest."
"Thank you, sir."
He went into the adjoining room.
"Headache any better, Linn, my boy?" he asked, stooping over the bed.
There was no answer for a second or two; then the eyes were opened,
showing a drowsy, pained expression.
"Did you see him, Maurice?"
"Oh, yes, that's all settled," Mangan said, cheerfully. "I can't say
there is much of the grasping creditor about your friend. I could hardly
persuade him to take the check at all, after I had hunted him from place
to place. What made you so desperately punctilious, Linn? You don't
imagine he would have talked about it to any women-folk, even supposing
you had not paid up? Is that it? No, no, you can't imagine he would do
anything of that kind; I should call him a thoroughly good fellow, if
one might be so familiar with his betters. However, I don't want you to
say anything; you mustn't speak; I'm going to talk to you.
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