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.
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