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did　when　she　had　allowed　her　fancy　free　rein；　she　shook　her　head。　No；　it　certainly　would　not　be　like　that。　Relations　were　not　like　that。　That　was　not　the　way　to　face　the　world　to　encourage　romantic　dreams。　Her　uncle；　watching　her　surreptitiously；　wondered　of　what　she　was　thinking。　Her　determined　treatment　of　him　that　afternoon　continued　to　surprise　him。　She　certainly　ought　to　make　her　way　in　the　world；　but　what　a　pity　that　she　was　so　plain。　Perhaps　if　she　got　some　colour　into　her　cheeks；　dressed　better；　brushed　her　hair　differentlyno；　her　mouth　would　always　be　too　large　and　her　nose　too　smalland　her　figure　was　absurd。　Uncle　Mathew　considered　that　he　was　a　judge　of　women。

He　rose　at　last　and；　rather　shamefacedly；　said　that　he　should　go　to　bed。　Maggie　wondered　at　the　confusion　that　she　detected　in　him。　She　looked　at　him　and　he　dropped　his　eyes。

〃Good　night；　Uncle　Mathew。〃

He　looked　at　her　then　and　noticed　by　her　white　face　and　dark…lined　eyes　what　a　strain　the　day　had　been　to　her。　He　saw　again　the　figure　in　the　shabby　black　hat　sobbing　in　the　lane。　He　suddenly　put　his　arms　about　her　and　held　her　close　to　him。　She　noticed　that　he　smelled　of　whisky；　but　she　felt　his　kindness；　and　putting　her　hand　on　his　fat　shoulder　kissed　once　more　his　cheek。

When　he　had　left　her；　her　weariness　came　suddenly　down　upon　her；　overwhelming　her　as　though　the　roof　had　fallen　in。　The　lamp　swelled　before　her　tired　eyes　as　though　it　had　been　an　evil；　unhealthy　flower。　The　table　slid　into　the　chairs　and　the　cold　beef　leered　at　the　jelly；　the　pictures　jumped　and　the　clock　ran　in　a　mad　scurry　backwards　and　forwards。

She　dragged　her　dazed　body　up　through　the　silent　house　to　her　bedroom；　undressed；　was　instantly　in　bed　and　asleep。

She　slept　without　dreams　but　woke　suddenly　as　though　she　had　been　flung　into　the　midst　of　one。　She　sat　up　in　bed；　knowing　from　the　thumping　of　her　heart　that　she　was　seized　with　panic　but　finding；　in　the　first　flash；　no　reason　for　her　alarm。　The　room　was　pitch　black　with　shadows　of　light　here　and　there；　but　she　had　with　her；　in　the　confusion　of　her　sleep；　uncertainty　as　to　the　different　parts　of　the　room。　What　had　awakened　her？　Of　what　was　she　frightened？　Then　suddenly；　as　one　slits　a　black　screen　with　a　knife；　a　thin　line　of　light　cracked　the　darkness。　As　though　some　one　had　whispered　it　in　her　ear　she　knew　that　the　door　was　there　and　the　dark　well　of　uncertainty　into　which　she　had　been　plunged　was　suddenly　changed　into　her　own　room　where　she　could　recognise　the　window；　the　chest　of　drawers；　the　looking…glass；　the　chairs。　Some　one　was　opening　her　door　and　her　first　thought　that　it　was　of　course　her　father　was　checked　instantly　by　the　knowledge；　conveyed　again　as　though　some　one　had　whispered　to　her；　that　her　father　was　dead。

The　thin　line　of　light　was　now　a　wedge；　it　wavered；　drew　back　to　a　spider's　thread　again；　then　broadened　with　a　flush　of　colour　into　a　streaming　path。　Some　one　stood　in　the　doorway　holding　a　candle。　Maggie　saw　that　it　was　Uncle　Mathew　in　his　shirt　and　trousers。

〃What　is　it？〃　she　said。

He　swayed　as　he　stood　there；　his　candle　making　fantastic　leaps　and　shallows　of　light。　He　was　smiling　at　her　in　a　silly　way　and　she　saw　that　he　was　drunk。　She　had　had　a　horror　of　drunkenness　ever　since；　as　a　little　girl；　she　had　watched　an　inebriated　carter　kicking　his　wife。　She　always；　after　that；　saw　the　woman's　bent　head　and　stooping　shoulders。　Now　she　knew；　sitting　up　in　bed；　that　she　was　frightened　not　only　of　Uncle　Mathew；　but　of　the　house；　of　the　whole　world。

She　was　alone。　She　realised　her　loneliness　in　a　great　flash　of　bewilderment　and　cold　terror　as　though　the　ground　had　suddenly　broken　away　from　her　and　she　was　on　the　edge　of　a　vast　pit。　There　was　no　one　in　the　house　to　help　her。　Her　father　was　dead。　The　cook　and　the　maid　were　sunk　in　heavy　slumber　at　the　other　end　of　the　house。　There　was　no　one　to　help　her。　She　was　alone；　and　it　seemed　to　her　that　in　the　shock　of　that　discovery　she　realised　that　she　would　always　be　alone　now；　for　the　rest　of　her　life。

〃What　is　it；　Uncle　Mathew？〃　she　said　again。　Her　voice　was　steady；　although　her　heart　hammered。　Some　other　part　of　her　brain　was　wondering　where　it　was　that　he　had　got　the　drink。　He　must　have　had　a　bottle　of　whisky　in　his　room；　she　remembered　his　shyness　when　he　said　good…night　to　her。

He　stood　in　the　middle　of　the　floor；　swaying　on　his　feet　and　smiling　at　her。　The　flame　of　the　light　rose　and　fell　in　jerks　and　spasms。

〃I　thought；〃　he　said；　〃I'd　cometo　see　m'little　Maggie；　m'little　niece；　jus'　to　talk　a　lill　bit　and　cheer　her　upup。〃　He　drew　nearer　the　bed。　〃She'll　be　lonely；　I　saidlonelyveryaren't　youlonely　Maggie？〃

〃It's　very　late；〃　she　said；　〃and　you're　dropping　grease　ail　over　the　floor　with　that　candle。　You　go　back　to　bed；　uncle。　I'm　all　right。　You　go　back　to　bed。〃

〃Go　back？　No；　no；　no。　Oh　no；　not　back　to　bed。　It'll　soon　be　mornin'。　That'll　be　jolly…jolly。　We'll　talktogether　till　mornin'。〃

He　put　the　candle　on　a　chair；　nearly　falling　as　he　did　so；　then　came　towards　her。　He　stood　over　her；　his　shirt；　open　at　the　neck；　protuberating　over　his　stomach；　his　short　thick　legs　swaying。　His　red；　unshaven　face　with　the　trembling　lips　was　hateful　to　her。

Suddenly　he　sat　on　the　edge　of　her　bed　and　put　his　hands　out　towards　her。　He　caught　her　hair。

〃My　little　Maggiemy　little　Maggie；〃　he　said。

The　fright；　the　terror；　the　panic　that　seized　her　was　like　the　sudden　rising　of　some　black　figure　who　grew　before　her；　bent　towards　her　and　with　cold　hard　fingers　squeezed　her　throat。　For　an　instant　she　was　helpless；　quivering；　weak　in　every　bone　of　her　body。

Then　some　one　said　to　her：

〃But　you　can　manage　this。〃

〃I　can　manage　this；〃　she　answered　almost　aloud。

〃You're　alone　now。　You　mustn't　let　things　be　too　much　for　you。〃

She　jumped　out　of　bed；　on　the　farther　side　away　from　her　uncle。　She　put　on　her　dressing…gown。　She　stood　and　pointed　at　the　door。

〃Now；　uncle；　you　go　back　to　your　room　at　once。　It's　disgraceful　coming　in　the　middle　of　the　night　and　disturbing　every　one。　Go　back　to　bed。〃

The　new　tone　in　her　voice　startled　him。　He　looked　at　her　in　a　bewildered　fashion。　He　got　up　from　the　bed。

〃Why；　MaggieI　onlyonly〃

He　stared　from　her　to　the　candle　and　from　the　candle　back　to　her　again。

〃Now　go；〃　she　repeated。　〃Quick　now。〃

He　hung　his　head。　〃Now　you're　angryangry　with　your　poor　ole　uncle…　…poor　ole　uncle。〃　He　looked　at　her；　his　eyes　puzzled　as　though　he　had　never　seen　her　before。

〃You're　very　hard；〃　he　said；　shaking　his　head。　He　stumbled　towards　the　door〃Very　hard；〃　he　repeated；　and　went　out；　his　head　still　hanging。

She　heard　him　knock　his　foot　against　the　stairs。　Soon　there　was　silence。

She　blew　out　the　candle　and　went　back　to　bed。　She　lay　there；　her　heart；　at　first；　throbbing；　her　eyes　straining　the　darkness。　Then　she　grew　more　tranquil。　She　felt　in　her　heart　a　strange　triumph　as　though　already　she　had　begun　life　and　had　begun　it　with　success。　She　thought；　before　she　sank　deep　into　sleep；　that　anything　would　yield　to　one　did　one　only　deal　sensibly　with　it　。　。　。　After　all；　it　was　a　fine　thing　to　be　alone。




CHAPTER　II

AUNT　ANNE


In　the　morning；　however；　she　discovered　no　fine　things　anywhere。　The　hours　that　had　elapsed　since　her　father's　death　had　wrought　in　him　a　〃sea…change。〃　He　had　gained　nobility；　almost　beauty。　She　wondered　with　a　desolate　self…criticism　whether　during　all　those　years　she　had　been　to　blame　and　not　he。　Perhaps　he　had　wished　for　sympathy　and　intimacy　and　she　had　repulsed　him。　His　little　possessions　here　and　there　about　the　house　reproached　her。

Uncle　Mathew　had　a　bad　headache　and　would　not　come　down　to　breakfast。　She　felt　indignant　with　him　but　also　indulgent。　He　had　shown　himself　hopelessly　lacking　in　good　taste；　and　good　feeling；　but　then　she　had　never　supposed　that　he　had　these　things。　At　the　same　time　the　last　support　seemed　to　have　been　removed　from　her；　it　might　well　be　that　her　Aunt　Anne　would　not　care　for　her　and　would　not　wish　to　have　her　in　her　house。　What　should　she　do　then？　Whither　should　she　go？　She　flung　up　her　head　and　looked　bravely　into　the　face　of　Ellen；　the　cook；　who　came　to　remove　the　breakfast；　but　she　had　to　bite　her　lip　to　keep　back　the　tears　that　WOULD　come　and　fill　her　eyes　so　that　the　world　was　misty　and　obscure。

There　was；　she　fancied；　something　strange　about　Ellen。　In　HER　eyes　some　obscure　triumph　or　excitement；　some　scorn　and　derision；　Maggie　fancied；　of　herself。　Had　the　woman　been　drinking？　。　。　。

Then　there　arrived　Mr。　Brassy；　her　father's　solicitor；　from　Cator　Hill。　He　had　been　often　in　the　house；　a　short　fat　man　with　a　purple　face；　clothes　of　a　horsy　cut；　and　large；　red；　swollen　fingers。　He　took　now　possession　of　the　house　with　much　self…importance。　〃Well；　Miss　Maggie〃　（he　blew　his　words　at　her　as　a　child　blows　soap…　bubbles）。　〃Here　we　are；　then。　Very　sad　indeedvery。　I've　been　through　the　housegot　the　will　all　right。　Your　aunt；　you　say；　will　be　with　us？〃

〃My　aunt　from　London。　Miss　Anne　Cardinal。　I　expect　her　in　half　an　hour。　She　should　have　arrived　at　Clinton　by　the　half…past　nine　train。〃　〃Well；　well。　Yesyesindeed；　your　uncle　is　also　here？〃

〃Yes。　He　will　be　down　shortly。〃

〃Very　good；　Miss　Maggie。　Very　good。〃

She　hated　that　he