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〃Religion； my dear？〃 answered her uncle； greatly startled at so unusual a question。 〃What sort of religion？〃
〃The kind of religion that father preached about every Sundaythe Christian religion。〃
〃To tell you the truth； my dear；〃 he answered confidentially； 〃I've never had much time to think about it。 With some men； you see； it's part of their lives； and with otherswell； it isn't。 My lines never ran that way。〃
〃Was father very religious when he was young？〃
〃No； I can't say that he was。 But then we never got on； your father and I。 Our lines didn't run together at all。 But I shouldn't have called him a religious man。〃
〃Then all this time father has been lying？〃
Her uncle gazed at her apprehensively。 He did not wish to undermine her faith in her father on the very day after his death； but he was so ignorant about her； her thoughts and beliefs and desires； that he did not know what her idea of her father had been。 His idea of him had always been that he was a dirty； miserly scoundrel； but that was not quite the thing for a daughter to feel； and there was an innocence and simplicity about Maggie that perplexed him。
〃I can't truly say that I ever knew what your father's private feelings were。 He never cared for me enough to tell me。 He may have been very religious in his real thoughts。 We never discussed such things。〃
Maggie turned round upon him。
〃I know。 You're pretending。 You've said to yourself； 'I mustn't tell her what I think about her father the very day after his death； that isn't a pleasant thing to do。' We've all got to pretend that he was splendid。 But he wasn'tnever。 Who can know it better than I？ Didn't he worry mother until she died？ Didn't he lead me an awful life always； and aren't I delighted now that he's dead？ It's everything to me。 I've longed for this day for years； and now we've got to pretend that we're sorry and that it would be a good thing if he were alive。 It wouldn't be a good thingit would be a bad thing for every one。 He was a bad man and I hated him。〃
Then； quite suddenly； she cried。 Turning away from her uncle she folded her face in her arms like a small child and sobbed。 Standing； looking at her bent shoulders； her square； ugly figure； her shabby old hat with its dingy black ribbon； pushed a little to the side of her head； Uncle Mathew thought that she was a most uncomprehensible girl。 If she felt like that about her father why should she cry； and if she cried she must surely have some affection for his memory。 All he could say was：
〃There； there； my dearWell； well。 It's all right。〃 He felt foolish and helpless。
She turned round at last； drying her eyes。 〃It's such a shame；〃 she said； still sobbing； 〃that that's what I shall feel about him。 He's all I had and that's what I feel。 But if you knewif you knewall the things he did。〃
They walked on again； entering Rothin Wood。 〃He never tried to make me religious；〃 she went on。 〃He didn't care what I felt。 I sat in the choir； and I took a Sunday…school class； and I visited the villagers； but I； myselfwhat happened to mehe didn't care。 He never took any trouble about the church； he just gabbled the prayers and preached the same old sermons。 People in the village said it was a scandal and that he ought to be turned out but no one ever did anything。 They'll clean everything up now。 There'll be a new clergyman。 They'll mend the holes in the kitchen floor and the ceiling of my bedroom。 It will be all new and fresh。〃
〃And what will you do； Maggie？〃 said her uncle； trying to make his voice indifferent as though he had no personal interest in her plans。
〃I haven't thought yet；〃 she said。
〃I've an idea；〃 he went on。 〃What do you say to your living with me？ A nice little place somewhere in London。 I've felt for a long time that I should settle down。 Your father will have left you a little moneynot much； perhaps； but just enough for us to manage comfortably。 And there we'd be； as easy as anything。 I can see us very happy together。〃
But he did not as yet know his niece。 She shook her head。
〃No；〃 she said。 〃I'm going to live with Aunt Anne and Aunt Elizabeth。 We wouldn't be happy； Uncle； you and I。 Our house would always be in a mess and there are so many things that I must learn that only another woman could teach me。 I never had a chance with father。〃
He had entered upon this little walk with every intention of settling the whole affair before their return。 He had had no idea of any oppositionher ignorance of the world would make her easy to adapt。 But now when he saw that she had already considered the matter and was firmly resolved； his arguments deserted him。
〃Just consider a moment；〃 he said。
〃I think it will be best for me to live with the aunts；〃 she answered firmly。 〃They have wished it before。 Of course then it was impossible but now it will do very well。〃
He had one more attempt。
〃You won't be happy there； my dear； with all their religion and the rest of itand two old maids。 You'll see no life at all。〃
〃That depends upon myself；〃 she answered； 〃and as to their religion at least they believe in it。〃
〃Yes； your Aunt Anne is a very sincere woman；〃 Uncle Mathew answered grimly。
He was angry and helpless。 She seemed suddenly some one with whom it was impossible to argue。 He had intended to be pathetic； to paint delightful pictures of uncle and niece sheltering snugly together defended by their affection against a cold and hostile London。 His own eyes had filled with tears as he thought of it。 What a hard； cold…hearted girl she was！ Nevertheless for the moment he abandoned the subject。
That she should go and live with her aunts was not for Maggie in any way a new idea。 A number of years ago when she had been a little girl of thirteen or fourteen years of age her father had had a most violent quarrel with his sister Anne。 Maggie had never known the exact cause of this although even at that period she suspected that it was in some way connected with money。 She found afterwards that her father had considered that certain pieces of furniture bequeathed to the family by a defunct relation were his and not his sister's。 Miss Anne Cardinal； a lady of strong character； clung to her sofa； cabinet； and porcelain； bowls； and successfully maintained her right。 The Reverend Charles forbade the further mention of her name by any member of his household。 This quarrel was a grievous disappointment to Maggie who had often been promised that when she should be a good girl she should go and stay with her aunts in London。 She had invented for herself a strange fascinating picture of the dark； mysterious London house； with London like a magic cauldron bubbling beyond it。 There was moreover the further strangeness of her aunt's religion。 Her father in his anger had spoken about 〃their wicked blasphemy；〃 〃their insolence in the eyes of God；〃 〃their blindness and ignorant conceit。〃 Maggie had discovered； on a later day； from her uncle that her aunts belonged to a sect known as the Kingscote Brethren and that the main feature of their creed was that they expected the second coming of the Lord God upon earth at no very distant date。
〃Will it really happen； Uncle Mathew？〃 she asked in an awe…struck voice when s