From the very moment months ago, when Maggie and he had first met in
Katherine's drawing-room, they had been friends. He had liked her,
Maggie felt, at once. She on her side was attracted by a certain
childlike simplicity and innocence. This very quality, she soon saw,
moved the others, Philip and Henry and Mr. Trenchard senior, to
derision. They did not like the Rev. Paul. They chaffed him, and he was
very easily teased, because he was not clever and did not see their
jokes. This put Maggie up in arms in his defence at once. But they had
all the layman's distrust of a parson. They were all polite to him, of
course, and Maggie discovered that in this world politeness was of the
very first importance, so that you really never said what you thought
nor did what you wanted to. They frankly could not understand why
Katherine asked the parson to stay, but because they loved Katherine
they were as nice to him as their natures would allow them to be. Paul
did not apparently notice that they put him outside their life. He was
always genial, laughed a great deal when there WAS no reason to laugh
at all, and told simple little stories in whose effect he profoundly
believed. He was supported in his confidence by his sister Grace, who
obviously adored him. She too was "outside" the family, but she seemed
to be quite happy telling endless stories of Paul's courage and
cleverness and popularity. She did indeed believe that Skeaton-on-Sea,
where Paul had his living, was the hub of the universe, and this amused
all the Trenchard family very much indeed. It must not be supposed that
Paul and his sister were treated unkindly. They were shown the greatest
courtesy and hospitality, but Maggie knew that that was only because it
was the Trenchard tradition to do so, and not from motives of affection
or warmth of heart.
They could be warm-hearted; it was wonderful to see the way that they
all adored Katherine, and they had many friends for whom they would do
anything, but the Rev. Paul seemed to them frankly an ass, and they
would be glad when he went away.
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