The Skeaton atmosphere was against romance and Paul was too
lazy to be in love very long. Once or twice in the weeks before the
wedding Grace's suspicions were aroused.
Maggie seemed to be an utter little heathen; also it appeared that
she had had some strange love affair that she had taken so seriously
as actually to be ill over it. That was odd and a little alarming,
but the child was very young, and once married-there she'd be, so to
speak!
It was not, in fact, until that evening of her arrival in Skeaton
that she was seriously alarmed. To say that that first ten minutes
in Paul's study alarmed her is to put it mildly indeed. As she
looked at the place where her mother's portrait had been, as she
stared at the trembling Mitch cowering against Maggie's dress, she
experienced the most terrifying, shattering upheaval since the day
when as a little girl of six she had been faced as she had fancied,
with the dripping ghost of her great-uncle William. Not at once,
however, was the battle to begin. Maggie gave way about everything.
She gave way at first because she was so confident of getting what
she wanted later on.
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