Isn't it better that at least
I should stay away for a time? You can say that I am staying with
friends in London. You will be happier without me, oh, much happier-
-and Grace will be happier too. Perhaps you will think it better to
forget me altogether and then your life will be as it was before you
met me.
I won't ask you to forgive me for all the trouble I have been to
you. I don't think you can. But I can't do differently now. Your
affectionate MAGGIE.
She felt when she had finished it that it was miserably inadequate,
but at least it was truthful. As she wrote it her old feelings of
tenderness and affection for Paul came back in a great flood. She
saw him during the many, many times when he had been so good to her.
She was miserable as she finished it, but she knew that there was
nothing else to do. And he would know it too.
A day later a long letter came from Paul. It was very
characteristic. It began by saying that of course Maggie must return
at once. Throughout, the voice was that of a grieved and angry elder
talking to a wicked and disobedient child. She saw that, far beyond
everything else, it was his pride that was wounded, wounded as it
had never been before.
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