Why had she been
so anxious, so nervous, so distressed? There was no need. Had she
not known that this other world existed? Perhaps she had not. She
must never again forget it . . .
Katherine Mark was so kind and friendly, her voice so soft and her
interest so eager, that Maggie felt that she could tell her
anything. But their talk was not to come just yet--first there must
be general conversation.
The clergyman with the white hair and the rosy face laughed a great
deal in a schoolboy kind of way, and every time that he laughed his
sister, who was like a pippin apple with her sunburnt cheeks, looked
at him with protecting eyes.
"She looks after him in everything," said Maggie to herself. He was
called Paul by them all.
"He's my cousin, you know, Miss Cardinal," said Mrs. Mark. "And yet
I scarcely ever see him. Isn't it a shame? Grace makes everything so
comfortable for him . . ."
Grace smiled, well pleased.
"It's Paul's devotion to his parish . . ." she said in calm, happy,
self-assured voice, as though she'd never had a surprise in her
life.
"I'm sure it isn't either of those things," thought Maggie to
herself.
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