"I'm in a regular
fix, and no mistake. Here is Nina--it seems more natural to call her
Nina, doesn't it?--well, she talks of going away to-morrow, now that
Linn is in a fair way to get better. She is quite aware that he does not
know she has been in London, or that he has seen her; and now she wishes
that he should never be told; and that she may get safely away again,
and matters be just as they were before. I don't quite understand her,
perhaps; she is very proud, for one thing, but she is very much in love
with him--poor thing! she has tried to conceal it as well as ever she
could; but you must have seen it, Francie--a woman's eyes must have seen
it--"
"Oh, yes, Maurice!" his companion said; then she added, "And--and don't
you think Linn is just as much in love with her? I am sure of it! It's
just dreadful to think of her going away again--these two being
separated as they were before--and Linn perhaps fretting himself into
another illness, though never speaking a word--"
"But how am I to ask her to stay?" Maurice demanded, as if in appeal to
her woman's wit. "There's Miss Burgoyne. Linn himself could only ask
Nina to stay on one condition--and Miss Burgoyne makes it impossible.
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