gie. Well, it was rather pleasant just now to
have things arranged for you. Maggie had only one wish--that Grace
would not take so long to explain everything. Maggie always ran ahead
of her long before she had finished her involved sentences and then had
to curb her impatience. However one would get used to Grace; one would
have to because she was going to live with them after they were
married. Maggie had hoped that it would be otherwise, but it was at
once obvious that neither Paul nor Grace dreamt of being separated.

The wedding was to be as soon as possible, and very, very quiet. In a
little church close by, no bridesmaids, everything very simple. Maggie
was glad of that. She would have hated a church full of staring people.
She enjoyed immensely buying her trousseau. Paul was very generous with
his money; it was evident that Grace thought him too generous. Maggie
and Katherine went together to buy things, and Katherine was a darling.
Maggie fancied that Katherine was not quite easy in her mind about her
share in the affair.

"You won't expect Skeaton to be wildly exciting, Maggie dear, will
you?" she said. "You'll find plenty to do and there are lots of nice
people, I'm sure, and you'll come up and stay with us here."

"I think it sounds delightful," said Maggie. "If you'd lived for years
in St. Dreot's, Katherine, you wouldn't talk about other places being
dull. It isn't excitement I want. It's work."

"Don't you let Grace bully you," said Katherine.

"Bully me? Grace?" Maggie was very astonished. "Why, she's the kindest
old thing. She wants me to do everything."

"So she says," said Katherine doubtfully. "But she's very jealous of
Paul. How much she'll really like giving up her authority when it comes
to the point I don't know. You stick up to her. Paul's weak."

"I don't think he is." said Maggie rather indignantly. "Grace always
does what he says." "Yes, just now," said Katherine.

And Maggie had one funny little conversation with Henry Trenchard. That
wild youth catching her alone one day said abruptly:

"What the devil have you done it for?"

"Done what?" asked Maggie, her heart beating a little faster. Strangely
Henry reminded her of Martin. He alone of all the Trenchards had
something that was of that other world.

"Engaged yourself to Paul," said Henry.

"Why shouldn't I?" asked Maggie.

"You don't love him--of course you couldn't. You're not his sort in the
least. You're worth a million Pa