At Chislehurst, in the small place called by courtesy a villa, Margaret had at first to face her husband's anger. Nothing could have been more hateful to him than this inquiry into his affairs Margaret had requested Mr. Sandford to make, and yet he had no reason to give against it, and it was natural that Mr. Sandford should act for Margaret. Grace's return was a fresh and a most painful surprise for Margaret. She realised now that she might have saved herself; if Grace could of her own free-will seek shelter at Mr. Sandford's hands, she might have been urged to do so before, and so her sacrifice might have been unnecessary--might? would have been. But once this reflection was fought with, she was glad that her sister, still so delicate, was with Mrs. Dorriman. In the meantime Mr. Sandford and his unwilling assistant, Mr. Drayton, waded through a mass of papers and accounts; and various transactions came to light that reflected no credit on Mr. Drayton's ability, and still less on his honesty. Some of his acts had been bad, and some were the action of a madman; and were to Mr. Sandford's cool Scotch caution and clear head utterly incomprehensible. He made few remarks, however, betraying his sentiments only by a secret and sudden clench of his hand, as though it might be a relief to knock down something or somebody. It was so difficult, also, to get at the exact truth of anything; there were endless memorandums but nothing to tell what these referred to--a contemplated purchase or to one completed. When all was known, things were better than Mr. Drayton had at first feared, in so far that a few hundreds a year were left him, but only that. Mr. Sandford had an interview with Margaret; he thought her looking ill, and he wanted her to go to Scotland with him, to see Grace. She referred to her husband, and asked him if he would mind her going. "Mind it! Will that matter?" he said, curtly. "I wish to go if you can spare me," she said gently. "I can spare you," he said, very roughly; "if you wish to go, that is quite sufficient." "I wish to see my sister. I will not stay away long; and whilst I am away will you not arrange something? Are you going to sell your house--you like it, I know, and the garden?" She spoke, wishing to cheer him. Mr. Sandford had told her that he was not obliged to sell this place. She did not quite understand her husband's remaining so downcast, and in such an odd state, and she was vexed that Mr. Sandford should see him in so disagreeable a light. After some discussion it was agreed that he should go to the Limes, and have everything put in order for his wife's return. But as they parted she caught his expression, and it made her so uncomfortable that she felt vexed at having left him just then. This impression left her after a little while, she sat very silent all the long journey, and Mr. Sandford had on his side much to think of.