She made one more appeal to Grace on the very morning of the first day of the Revival.
After breakfast Maggie came into the drawing-room and found Grace sitting there sewing.
She stood, timidly, in her old attitude, her hands clasped in front of her, like a child saying her lesson.
"I beg your pardon, Grace."
Grace looked up.She had of course been conscious of Maggie ever since her entrance into the room.Her hands had trembled and her heart leapt furiously.
"Why, Maggie--" she said.
"I'm afraid I'm disturbing you," said Maggie, "but we haven't really said anything to one another for the last fortnight.I don't suppose that you want me to say anything now, but things get worse and worse if no one says anything, don't they?" Now that she had begun she went on quickly: "I wanted to say, Grace, how sorry I am for the trouble and unhappiness that you and Paul have had during the last fortnight through me.I've been nothing but a trouble to you since Ifirst came here, but it wasn't that that I wanted to say.I couldn't bear that you should think that I was just selfishly full of my own affairs and didn't understand how you and Paul must feel about--about my uncle.Not that I mean," she went on rather fiercely, raising her head, "that he was to blame.No one ever understood him.