He did not seem to Maggie an ass.She thought him the kindest person she had ever known, kinder even than Katherine, because with Katherine there was the faintest suspicion of patronage; no, not of patronage--that was unfair...but of an effort to put herself in exactly Maggie's place so that she might understand perfectly what were Maggie's motives.With Paul Trenchard there was no effort, no deliberate slipping out of one world into another one.He was frankly delighted to tell Maggie everything--all about Skeaton-on-Sea and its delights, about the church and its marvellous east window, about the choir and the difficulties with the choir-boys and the necessity for repairing the organ, about the troubles with the churchwardens, especially one Mr.Bellows, who, in his cantankerous and dyspeptic objections to everything that any one proposed, became quite a lively figure to Maggie's imagination, about the St.John's Brotherhood which had been formed to keep the "lads" out of the public-houses and was doing so well, about the Shakespeare Reading Society and a Mrs.Tempest (who also became a live figure in Maggie's brain), "a born tragedian" and wonderful as Lady Macbeth and Katherine of Aragon.Skeaton slowly revealed itself to Maggie as a sunny sparkling place, with glittering sea, shining sand, and dark cool woods, full of kindliness, too, and friendship and good-humour.
Paul and Grace Trenchard seemed to be the centre of this sunshine.
How heartily Paul laughed as he recounted some of the tricks and escapades of his "young scamps." "Dear fellows," he would say, "Ilove them all..." and Grace sat by smiling and nodding her head and beaming upon her beloved brother.
To Maggie, fresh from the dark and confused terrors of the Chapel, it was all marvellous.Here was rest indeed, here, with Martin cherished warmly in her heart, she might occupy herself with duties and interests.Here surely she would be useful to "somebody." She heard a good deal of an old Mr.Toms, "a little queer in his head, poor man," who seemed to figure in the outskirts of Skeaton society as a warning and a reassurance.("No one in Skeaton thinks of him in any way but tenderly.") Maggie wondered whether he might not want looking after...