"I have been obliged to request your friend Rothsay to bring his visit to a conclusion. Although he refuses to confess it, I have reason to believe that he has committed the folly of falling seriously in love with the young girl at my lodge gate. I have tried remonstrance in vain; and I write to his father at the same time that I write to you. There is much more that I might say. Ireserve it for the time when I hope to have the pleasure of seeing you, restored to health."Two days after the receipt of this alarming letter Rothsay returned to me.
Ill as I was, I forgot my sufferings the moment I looked at him.
Wild and haggard, he stared at me with bloodshot eyes like a man demented.
"Do you think I am mad? I dare say I am. I can't live without her." Those were the first words he said when we shook hands.
But I had more influence over him than any other person; and, weak as I was, I exerted it. Little by little, he became more reasonable; he began to speak like his old self again.
