Then, as it were without her own desire, Grace was compelled to speak. "There's something I ought to tell you--" she began awkwardly. Then she stopped. Maggie was troubled. She knew that when Grace was uncomfortable every one else was uncomfortable. "What have I done now?" she said rather sharply. "It's nothing that you've done," answered Grace also sharply. "I'm sure I don't know, Maggie, why you should always think that I'm scolding you. No, I don't indeed. It's nothing that you've done. Your uncle came to see you this afternoon." "Uncle Mathew?" Maggie jumped up from her chair. "Came here?" "Yes." "And wanted to see me? Oh, Grace, why didn't you tell me?" "I have told you ... There's nothing to make a fuss about, Maggie. Really, you needn't look like that--as though I were always doing something wrong. I only did it for your sake." "For my sake? But why? I wanted to see him. I was trying to see him in London. Oh, Grace, what did he say?" "What did he say? Well, fancy! As though I could remember. He said he'd come to see you, and when I said he couldn't, he went away again." "Said he couldn't? But why couldn't he?" "Really, Maggie, your tone is extraordinary. Fancy what Paul would say if he heard you. He wouldn't like it, I'm sure. I said that after the way he'd behaved last time he came here you didn't want to see him again." "You said that? Oh, Grace! How did you dare!" "Now, Maggie, don't you look like that. I've done nothing, I'm sure." "Did you say that I'd said that I didn't want to see him again?" Grace shrank back behind the tea-things. "Yes, I did ... Maggie, you frighten me." "I hope I do ... You're wicked, you're wicked. Yes, you are. Where is he now?" "He's at the 'Sea Dog.' That dirty public house on the sea-front--near Tunstalls--Where are you going?" "I'm going to him of course." Maggie turned and looked at Grace. Grace was fascinated as a rabbit is by a snake. The two women stared at one another. "How strange you are, Grace," Maggie said. "You seem to like to be cruel!" Then she went out. When the door was closed Grace found "that she was all in a perspiration." Her hand trembled so that when she tried to pour herself another cup of tea--just to fortify herself--she poured it into the saucer. And the tea was cold--no use now. When she rose at last to go in and seek consolation from Paul her knees were trembling so that she staggered across the floor. This couldn't go on. No, it could not. To be frightened in one's own house! Absurd ... Really the girl had looked terrible ... Murder ... That's what it had looked like. Something must be done. Murmuring aloud to herself again and again "Something must be done" as she crossed the hall, she walked slowly, her hand to her heart, ponderously, as though she were walking in the dark. Then, as soon as she had opened the study door she began, before she could see her brother: "Oh, Paul, I'm so frightened. It's Maggie. She's very angry. Fancy what she said."