"It's nothing that you've done," answered Grace also sharply. "I'm
sure I don't know, Maggie, why you should always think that I'm
scolding you. No, I don't indeed. It's nothing that you've done.
Your uncle came to see you this afternoon."
"Uncle Mathew?" Maggie jumped up from her chair. "Came here?"
"Yes."
"And wanted to see me? Oh, Grace, why didn't you tell me?"
"I have told you . . . There's nothing to make a fuss about, Maggie.
Really, you needn't look like that--as though I were always doing
something wrong. I only did it for your sake."
"For my sake? But why? I wanted to see him. I was trying to see him
in London. Oh, Grace, what did he say?"
"What did he say? Well, fancy! As though I could remember. He said
he'd come to see you, and when I said he couldn't, he went away
again."
"Said he couldn't? But why couldn't he?"
"Really, Maggie, your tone is extraordinary. Fancy what Paul would
say if he heard you. He wouldn't like it, I'm sure. I said that
after the way he'd behaved last time he came here you didn't want to
see him again."
"You said that? Oh, Grace! How did you dare!" "Now, Maggie, don't
you look like that.
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