THE BATTLE OF SKEATON
FIRST YEAR
Afterwards, when Maggie looked back she was baffled.She tried to disentangle the events between that moment when Grace, holding the lamp in her hand, blinked at them as they came across the lawn, and that other most awful moment when, in Paul's study, Grace declared final and irrevocable war.
Between those two events ran the history of more than two years, and there was nothing stranger than the way that the scene in the garden and the scene in the study seemed to Maggie to be close together.
What were the steps, she used to ask herself afterwards, that led to those last months of fury and tragedy and disaster? Was it my fault?
Was it hers? Was it Paul's? What happened? If I had not done this or that, if Grace had not said--no, it was hopeless.She would break off in despair.Isolated scenes appeared before her, always bound, on either side, by that prologue and that finale, but the scenes would not form a chain.She could not connect; she would remain until the end bewildered as to Grace's motives.She never, until the day of her death, was to understand Grace.
"She was angry for such little things," she said afterwards.
"She hated me to be myself." The two years in retrospect seemed to have passed with incredible swiftness, the months that followed them were heavy and slow with trouble.But from the very first, that is, from the moment when Grace saw Paul kiss Maggie in the evening garden, battle was declared.Maggie might not know it, but it was so-and Grace knew it very well.
It may be said, however, in Grace's defence that she gave Maggie every chance.She marvelled at her own patience.For two years after that moment, when she decided that Maggie was "queer," and that her beloved Paul was in real danger of his losing his soul because of that "queerness," she held her hand.She was not naturally a patient woman-she was not introspective enough to be that--and she held no brief for Maggie.Nevertheless for two whole years she held her hand...