She'd like to do me an injury.She follows me round the house.She's always watching me, and now that she thinks that I killed her uncle it's worse.I'm not safe, Paul, and that's the truth.She hides in my room behind the curtains waiting for me.It's my safety you've got to consider.It's me or her.I know she's your wife, but what Imean is that there'll be something awful happening if you aren't careful."Grace, as she spoke, was a woman in the very heart of a desperate panic.Her whole body trembled; her face was transfixed as though she saw Maggie standing in front of her there with a knife.No one looking at her could deny that she was in mortal terror--no affectation here.And Paul loved her.He came over to her and put his arm round her; she caught hold of his hand, clutched it desperately.When he felt the trembling of her body beneath his hand his love for her and protective care of her overwhelmed him.
"Grace, dear, it's all right," he said."You're exaggerating all this.Maggie wouldn't hurt a fly--indeed, she wouldn't.She has her faults, perhaps, but cruelty isn't one of them.You must remember that she's had a bad time lately losing her aunt and then finding her uncle in that horrible way.After all, she's only a child.Iknow that you two haven't got on well together, and I daresay that it has been very largely my fault; but you mustn't be frightened like that.No harm shall come to you so long as I am alive--no harm whatever."But she stared in front of her, like a woman in a dream, repeating--"No, no, Paul.Either she goes or I go.She's your wife.She must stay.Then I must go.I can't stand it; I can't indeed.I'm not sleeping; I'm not indeed.It isn't fair to ask it.What I mean is that it isn't fair to me."Although he had known Grace for years he still believed her threats and promises."My sister's an obstinate woman," he would say, although had he looked truly into his experience he must have seen that she changed her mind more frequently by far than she changed her clothes.He thought that now she meant what she said; indeed, on his own side he really did not see how in the future Maggie and Grace could continue to live in the same house.But, as Grace had said, he was married to Maggie and therefore it was Grace that must go.Then when he confronted the fact of Grace's departure he could not endure it.No, he could not.Had Maggie been everything to him that she might have been, bad she been his true wife, had she loved him, had she--oh! a thousand things she might have been!--then perhaps life would be possible without Grace.But now!...at the thought of being alone for ever with Maggie a strange passion, mingled of fascination and fear, affection and sensuality, cowardice and excitement, pervaded him.What would their life together be?