She made one more appeal to Grace on the very morning of the first
day of the Revival.
After breakfast Maggie came into the drawing-room and found Grace
sitting there sewing.
She stood, timidly, in her old attitude, her hands clasped in front
of her, like a child saying her lesson.
"I beg your pardon, Grace."
Grace looked up. She had of course been conscious of Maggie ever
since her entrance into the room. Her hands had trembled and her
heart leapt furiously.
"Why, Maggie--" she said.
"I'm afraid I'm disturbing you," said Maggie, "but we haven't really
said anything to one another for the last fortnight. I don't suppose
that you want me to say anything now, but things get worse and worse
if no one says anything, don't they?" Now that she had begun she
went on quickly: "I wanted to say, Grace, how sorry I am for the
trouble and unhappiness that you and Paul have had during the last
fortnight through me. I've been nothing but a trouble to you since I
first came here, but it wasn't that that I wanted to say. I couldn't
bear that you should think that I was just selfishly full of my own
affairs and didn't understand how you and Paul must feel about--
about my uncle.
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