Here she was married to Paul and
loving Martin more than ever! As she looked at Mrs. Constantine she
wondered what she would say did she know that. Nevertheless, she had
not deceived Paul . . . She had told him. She would make this right.
She would force this life to give her what she needed, work and
friends and a place in the world. Her face a little white with her
struggle to keep her house standing, she turned to her guests. She
was afraid that she did not play the hostess very well. She felt as
though she were play-acting. She repeated phrases that she had heard
Katherine Mark use, and laughed at herself for doing so. She
suspected that they thought her very odd, and she fancied that Mrs.
Constantine looked at her short hair with grave suspicion.
Afterwards, when she told Paul this, he was rather uncomfortable.
"It'll soon be long again, dear, won't it?" he said.
"Don't you like it short then?" she asked.
"Of course I like it, but there's no reason to be unusual, is there?
We don't want to seem different from other people, do we, darling?"
"I don't know," said Maggie. "We want to be ourselves.
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