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〃I'm sorry I'm aggravating；〃 said Paul patiently。
It was this conversation that determined Maggie。 She had been coming； through all the winter months； to a resolution。 She must be alone with Paul； she must have things out with him。 As the months had gone they had been slipping further and further apart。 It had been Paul who had gradually withdrawn into himself。 He had been kind and thoughtful but reserved； shy； embarrassed。 She understood his trouble； but at her first attempt to force him to speak he escaped and placed Grace between them。 Well； this summer should see the end of that。 They must know where they stood； and for that they must be alone 。 。 。
One day； early in June； Paul announced that he thought of exchanging duties； for the month of August； with a Wiltshire clergyman。 This was Maggie's opportunity。 Finding him alone in his study； she attacked。
〃Paul； did you mean Grace to come with us to Little Harben in August？〃
〃Of course； dear。 She has nowhere else to go。〃
〃Well； she mustn't come。 I've given way about everything since we were married。 I'm not going to give way about this。 That month we are to be alone。〃
〃Alone！〃 said Paul。 〃But we're always alone。〃
〃We're never alone；〃 said Maggie； standing with her legs apart and her hands behind her back。 〃I don't mean to complain about Grace。 She's been very good to me； I know； and I've got much to be grateful for。 All the same she's not coming to Little Harben。 She's got you all the rest of the year。 She can give you up for a month。〃
〃But Maggie〃 said Paul。
〃No； I'm quite determined about this。 I may be a child and a fool； but I know what I'm talking about this time。 You're not happy。 You never talk to me as you used to。 There are many things we ought to have out； but Grace is always there in the daytime and at night you're too tired。 If we go on like this we'll be strangers in another six months。〃
He turned round to stare at her； and she saw in his eyes an odd excited light。
〃Maggie；〃 he said in a low voice。 〃If we go alone to Little Harben does it mean that you thinkyou can begin to love me？〃
She turned her eyes away。 〃I don't know。 I don't know about myself； I only know that I want us to be happy and I want us to be close togetheras we were before we were married。 It's all gone wrong somehow； I'm sure it's my fault。 It was just the same with my father and my aunts。 I couldn't say the things to them I wanted to； the things I really felt； and so I lost them。 I'm going to lose you in the same way if I'm not careful。〃
He still looked at her strangely。 At last； with a sigh； he turned back to his desk。
〃I'll speak to Grace；〃 he said。 That night the storm broke。
During supper Grace was very quiet。 Maggie； watching her； knew that Paul had spoken to her。 Afterwards in the study the atmosphere was electric。 Grace read The Church Times； Paul the Standard； Maggie Longfellow's Golden Legend； which she thought foolish。
Grace looked up。 〃So I understand； Maggie； that you don't want me to come with you and Paul this summer？〃
Maggie； her heart； in spite of herself； thumping in her breast； faced a Grace transfigured by emotion。 That countenance； heavily； flabbily good…natured； the eyes if stupid； also kind； was now marked and riven with a flaming anger。
But Maggie was no coward。 With her old gesture of self…command she stilled her heart。 〃I'm very sorry； Grace；〃 she said。 〃But it's only for a month。 I want to be alone with Paul。〃
Grace； her hands fumbling on the arms of her chair as though she were blind； rose。
〃You've hated my being here； Maggie 。 。 。 all this time I've seen it。 You've hated me。 You don't know that you owe everything to me； that you couldn't have managed the house； the shops； the servants nothing； nothing。 This last year I've worked my fingers to the bone for you and Paul。 What do you think I get out of it？ Nothing。 It's because I love Paul 。 。 。 because I love Paul。 But you've hated my doing things better than you； you've wanted me to fail； you've been jealous； that's what you've been。 Very well； then； I'll go。 You've made that plain enough at any rate。 I'll leave to…morrow。 I won't wait another hour。 And I'll never forgive you for thisnever。 You've taken Paul away from me 。 。 。 all I've ever had。 I'll never forgive younever； never； never。〃
〃Grace； Grace；〃 cried Paul。
But she rushed from the room。
Maggie looked at her husband。
〃Why； Paul；〃 she said； 〃you're frightened。 Grace doesn't mean it。 She won't go to…morrowor ever。 There's nothing to be frightened of。〃
His red cheeks were pale。 His hands trembled。
〃I do so hate quarrels；〃 he said。
Maggie went up to him and rather timidly put her hand on his arm。
〃We'll have a lovely time at Harben；〃 she said。 〃Oh； I do want you to be happy； Paul。〃
CHAPTER VI
THE BATTLE OF SKEATON
SECOND YEAR
Strangely enough Maggie felt happier after this disturbance。 Grace； in the weeks that followed； was an interesting confusion of silent and offended dignity and sudden capitulations because she had some news of fussing interest that she must impart。 Nevertheless she was deeply hurt。 She was as tenacious of her grievances as a limpet is of its rock； and she had never been so severely wounded before。 Maggie； on her side； liked Grace better after the quarrel。 She had never really disliked her； she had only been irritated by her。
She thought it very natural of her to be angry and jealous about Paul。 She was determined that this month at Little Harben should put everything right。 Looking back over these past years she blamed herself severely。 She had been proud； self…centred； unfeeling。 She remembered that day so long ago at St。 Dreot's when Aunt Anne had appealed for her affection and she had made no reply。 There had been many days； too； in London when she had been rebellious and hard。 She thought of that night when Aunt Anne had suffered so terribly and she had wanted only her own escape。 Yeshard and unselfish that was what she had been； and she had been punished by losing Martin。
Already here； just as before in London； she was complaining and angry； and unsympathetic。 She did care for Paulshe could even love Grace if she would let her。 She would make everything right this summer and try and be a better； kinder woman。
Then； one morning； she found a letter on the breakfast table。 She did not recognise the handwriting； when she opened it and saw the signature at the end for a moment she also did not recognise that。 〃William Magnus。〃 。 。 。 Thenwhy； of course！ Mr。 Magnus！ She saw him standing looking down at her with his mild eyes； staring through his large spectacles。
Her heart beat furiously。 She waited until breakfast was over； then she took it up to her bedroom。
The letter was as follows：
Dear Miss Maggie；
I know you are not 〃Miss Maggie〃 now； but that is the only way that I can think of you。 I expect that you have quite forgotten me； and perhaps you don't want to hear from me； but I must not lose sight of you altogether。 I haven't so many friends that I can lose one without a word。 I don't know quite what to begin by telling you。 I ought to ask you questions about yourself； I suppose； but I know that your aunts hear from you