And Maggie had one funny little conversation with Henry Trenchard.
That wild youth catching her alone one day said abruptly:
"What the devil have you done it for?"
"Done what?" asked Maggie, her heart beating a little faster.
Strangely Henry reminded her of Martin.He alone of all the Trenchards had something that was of that other world.
"Engaged yourself to Paul," said Henry.
"Why shouldn't I?" asked Maggie.
"You don't love him--of course you couldn't.You're not his sort in the least.You're worth a million Pauls."This was so odd for Henry, who was certainly not given to compliments, that Maggie burst out laughing.
"Yes, you may laugh," said Henry."I know what I'm talking about.
Have you ever seen Paul asleep after dinner?""No," said Maggie.
"I wish you had.That might have saved you.Have you ever seen Grace lose her temper?""No," said Maggie, this time a little uneasily.
"Look here," he came close to her, staring at her with those eyes of his that could be very charming when he liked."Break it off.Say you think it's a mistake.You'll be miserable.""Indeed I shan't," said Maggie, tossing her head."Whatever happens I'm not going to be miserable.No one can make me that.""So you think," Henry frowned."I can't think what you want to be married for at all.These days women can have such a good time, especially a woman with character like you.If I were a woman I'd never marry.""You don't understand," said Maggie."You haven't been lonely all your life as I have, and you're not afraid of making yourself cheap and--and--looking for some one who doesn't want--you.It's so easy for you to talk.And Paul wants me--really he does--""Yes, he does," said Henry slowly."He's in love with you all right.