"Come, come," said the doctor, soothingly, "you must not excite yourself about a mere trifle. You know it is no uncommon thing, and the public don"t resent it; they would be most unreasonable if they did. Singers are but mortal like themselves. No, no, you must put that out of your mind altogether."
Lionel turned to Maurice.
"Maurice," he said, in that husky voice, and yet with a curious, subdued eagerness, "telegraph to Lehmann at once--at once. Doyle is all right; he has sung the part often enough. And will you send a note to Doyle; he can go into my dressing-room and take any of my things he wants; Lingard has the keys. And a telegram to mother, in case she should see something in the newspapers; tell her there is nothing the matter--only a trifling cold--"
"Really, Mr. Moore," said the doctor, interposing, "you must have a little care; you must calm yourself. I am sure your friend will attend to all these matters for you, but in the meantime you must exercise the greatest self-control, or you may do your throat some serious injury.
Why should you be disturbed by so common an incident in professional life? Your subst.i.tute will do well enough, and the public will greet you with all the greater favor on your return."
"It never happened before," the young man said, in lower tones. "I never had to give in before."
"Now tell me," Dr. Whitsen continued. "Dr. Ballardyce is your usual medical attendant, is he not?"
"I know him very well; he is an old friend of mine, but I"ve never had occasion to trouble him much," was the answer, given with some greater care and reserve.
"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 300, 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."
Lionel looked at him, with those bright, restless eyes, for a second or two, as if to gather something from his expression; and then he wrote:
"Is it about Francie?"
Maurice nodded; it was enough. Lionel stretched out his hot hand and took that of his companion.
"I am glad," he said, in a low voice. And then, after a moment or two"s thinking, he turned to his writing again: "Well, it _is_ hard, Maurice.
I have been looking forward to this for many a day, and have been wondering how I should congratulate you both. And I get the news now--when I"m ruined. I haven"t enough money even to buy a wedding-present for Francie!"
"Do you think she will mind that?" Mangan said, cheerfully. "But I"m going to send her your good wishes, Linn--now, when I write. And look here, if she should come up to see you, or your father and mother--for it is quite possible the doctors may insist on your giving your voice a rest for a considerable while--well, if they should come up from Winstead, mind you say nothing about your monetary troubles. They needn"t be mentioned to anybody, nor need they worry you; I dare say I shall be able to get something more done; it will be all right. Only, if the Winstead people should come up, don"t you say anything to them about these monetary affairs, or connect me with them; for it might put me into an awkward position--you understand?"
And the last words Lionel wrote on the block of paper before Mangan went out to execute his various commissions were these:
"You are a good friend, Maurice."
When the doctors arrived in the afternoon, Mangan had come back. They found Lionel complaining of acute headache and a burning thirst; his skin hot and dry; pulse full and quick; also, he seemed drowsy and heavy, though his eyes retained their restless brightness. There could be no doubt, as they privately informed Maurice, he was in the first stages of a violent fever; and the best thing that could be done was to get in a professional nurse at once. Yes, Mr. Mangan might communicate with his friends; his father, being himself a doctor, would judge whether it were worth while coming up just then; but, of course, it would be inadvisable to have a lot of relations crowding the sick-room.
Obviously, the immediate cause of the fever was the chill caught on the previous night, but there might have been predisposing causes; and everything calculated to excite the mind unduly was to be kept away from him. As for the throat, there were no dangerous symptoms as yet; the simple congestion would probably disappear, when the fever abated, with a return to health; but the people at the theatre might as well know that it would be a long time before Mr. Moore could return to his duties. Dr. Ballardyce would see at once about having a professional nurse sent; meanwhile, quiet, rest, and the absence of mental disturbance were the great things. And so the two augurs departed.
The moment that Mangan returned to Lionel"s room, the latter glanced at him quickly and furtively.
"Are they gone, Maurice?" he whispered.
"Yes."
"And the check--for Lord Rockminster?"
"There it is, already drawn out," was the answer, as the slip of lilac paper was unfolded; "but I can"t take it to him until the nurse comes--certainly not."
"She may be an hour, Maurice," Lionel said, restlessly. "I don"t want anybody to wait on me. If you think it necessary, call up Mrs. Jenkins, and she can sit in the next room; the bell here is enough. Oh, my head!--my head!"--and he turned away, wearily.
Maurice saw well enough that he would never rest until this money was paid, so he called up the house-porter"s wife and gave her some instructions, and forthwith set off for the address in Palace Gardens Terrace which Lionel had given him. When he arrived there, he was informed that his lordship was not at home. He pressed his inquiries; he said his business was of the utmost importance; and at last he elicited, after considerable waiting, that, though no one in the house could say whither Lord Rockminster had gone, it was understood that he was dining at the Universities Club that evening. With this information Mangan returned to Piccadilly. He found the nurse already arrived and installed. He pacified Lionel with the news; for, if he went along to the Universities Club at half-past eight, he must surely be able to place the money in Lord Rockminster"s own hands.
"Maurice, you"re awfully kind," his friend murmured. "And you"ve had nothing to eat all day. Tell Mrs. Jenkins to get you something--"
"Oh, that"s all right," Mangan said, carelessly. "I"ll just scribble a line to Francie, to tell her what the doctors have said; and I"ll take that down to the post myself. Then I"ll get something to eat and come back here; and at half-past eight I"m going along to Pall Mall, where I"m certain to catch Lord Rockminster--so that it"s all quite right and straight, you see."
But, as it chanced, when he went along to the Universities that evening, he found he had missed his man--by only a minute or two. He was surprised and troubled; he knew how Lionel would fret. The hall-porter did not know whither Lord Rockminster had gone; that is to say, he almost certainly did know, but it was not his business to tell. Luckily, at this same moment, there was a young fellow leaving the club, and, as he was lighting his cigar, he heard Maurice"s inquiries--and perhaps was rather struck by his appearance, which was certainly not that of a sheriff"s officer.
"I think I can tell you where they have gone, sir," said the young man, good-naturedly. "Some of them had an early dinner to-night, to go up to the billiard handicap at the Palm-Tree; I fancy Lord Rockminster was of the party, and that you will find him there."
This information proved correct. Mangan went up to the Palm-Tree Club in St. James Street and sent in his card. Almost directly he was invited to step up-stairs to the billiard-room. Just as he entered the door, he saw Lord Rockminster leave the raised bench where he had been seated by the side of a very artificial-looking palm-tree stem, and the next moment the two men were face to face.
"How do you do, Mr. Mangan?" Lord Rockminster said, in his usual impa.s.sive way. "You remember I had the pleasure of meeting you at my sister"s. What is the matter with your friend Mr. Moore?--I see by the evening paper he is not to appear to-night."
"He is far from well--a chill followed by a fever," Mangan answered. "I have just come from him, with a message for you."
"Oh, really," said the young n.o.bleman. "Ah, I dare say I know; but I a.s.sure you it is quite unnecessary. Tell him not to mind. When a fellow"s ill, why should he be troubled?"
Maurice had taken out his pocket-book, and was searching for the lilac slip.
"But here is the check, Lord Rockminster; and nothing would do him but that I must give it into your own hands."
"Oh, really."
Lord Rockminster took the check, and happened to glance at it.
"Ah, I see this is drawn out by yourself, Mr. Mangan," he said. "I presume--eh--that you have lent Mr. Moore the money?"
Maurice hesitated, but there was no prevarication handy.
"If you ask the question, it is so. However, I suppose it is all the same."
"All the same?--yes," Lord Rockminster said, slowly; "with only this difference, that before he owed me the money, and now he owes it to you.
I don"t see any necessity for that arrangement. I haven"t asked him for it; I sha"n"t ask him for it until he is quite ready and able to pay; why, therefore, should he borrow from you? Take back your check, Mr.
Mangan; I understand what you were willing to do for your friend; I a.s.sure you it is quite uncalled for."
But Maurice refused. He explained all the circ.u.mstances of the case--Lionel"s feverish condition, his fretting about the debt, the necessity for keeping his mind pacified, and so on; and at last Lord Rockminster said,
"Very well; you can tell him you have given me the check. At the same time you can"t compel me to pay it into my bankers"; and I don"t see why I should take three hundred pounds of your money when you don"t owe me any. When Mr. Moore gets perfectly well again, you can tell him he still owes me three hundred pounds--and he can take his own time about paying it." And with that Maurice took his leave, Lord Rockminster going down the stair with him and out to the hall-door, where he bade him good-bye.
When he returned to Piccadilly, he said to the nurse,
"I suppose you can sleep at a moment"s notice?"
"Pretty well, sir," she answered, with a demure professional smile.