She shook her head."Never, Paul.Never.Do you know what I've seen this last week? That I've left all those who really wanted me.My aunts, very much they needed me, and I was selfish and wouldn't give them what they wanted, and tried to escape from them.You and Grace don't need me.Nobody wants anything here in Skeaton.You're all full.It isn't my fault, Paul, but everything seems to me dead here.
They don't mean anything they say in Church, and the Church doesn't mean anything either.The Chapel was wrong in London too, but it was more right than the Church here is.I don't know what religion is or where it is: I don't know anything now except that one ought to be with the people who want one and not with the people who don't.Aunt wanted me and I failed her.Uncle wanted me and I--I--I--"She broke down, crying, her head in her arms.He went over to her and put his arms around her.At his touch she shrank a little, and when he felt that he went away from her and stood, silently, not knowing what to do.
"Maggie, don't--don't, Maggie.I can't bear to hear you cry.""I've done all wrong--I've done all wrong," she answered him."I've been wrong always."His helplessness was intolerable.He knew that she would not allow him to touch her.He went out closing the door softly behind him.