"
"Then," said Francie, grown bold, "if I were you, Maurice, I would go
straight to Miss Burgoyne, and I would say to her, 'My friend Lionel is
in love with another woman; he never was in love with you at all; _now_
will you marry him?'"
[Illustration: "_Maurice walked back until he found a gate, entered, and
went forward and overtook her._"]
"Yes, very pretty," he said, moodily. "The first thing she would do
would be to call a policeman and get me locked up as a raging lunatic.
And what would Linn say to me about such interference when he came to
hear of it? No, I must leave them to manage their own affairs, however
they may turn out; the only thing I should like in the meantime would be
for Nina to see Linn before she goes. That's all; and that I think I
could manage."
"How, Maurice?"
"Well, there is simply nothing she wouldn't do for Linn's sake," he made
answer; "and if I were to tell her I thought it would greatly help his
recovery if he were to know that she was well, that she was here in
London and ready to be friends with him and looking forward to his
getting better, then I am pretty sure she would remain for that little
time at least, and do anything we asked of her.
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